"Die! Supreme Evil Divine Art—Sins Filling the Sky, Ten Evils Beyond Pardon!"
In an instant, Daoist Extreme Evil struck. His body transformed into a streak of black light, radiating a dark, wicked aura, like a criminal burdened with monstrous sins.
To cultivate this peerless art, his hands had been drenched in blood. No one knew how many living beings he had slaughtered, absorbing the endless resentment, rage, and hatred they left behind after death, then fusing those negative energies into one and melding them into his own body.
In this way, he had forged the Myriad Evils Body, untouched by ten thousand tribulations!
The moment he attacked, he pounced like a ferocious tiger. His fist crashed down, tearing apart the void and giving birth to a black hole that swallowed heaven and earth. A terrifying aura of sin filled the surroundings as ghosts wailed and demons danced in wild abandon.
This punch had reached the very limit of the Dharma Idol peak, containing a trace of the might of a Lightning Tribulation Realm master. It erupted with power capable of shattering stars. Even an early-stage Lightning Tribulation Realm master would likely have to avoid its edge, or be grievously wounded by a single blow.
As expected of a supreme expert from the Dark Hall. This one divine ability alone unleashed heaven-shaking, earth-shattering might, as though a madman steeped in every evil had appeared to massacre the world.
In the distance, the Thunder Demons saw this scene as well.
"Ha ha, these humans really are idiots. They're actually fighting amongst themselves."
"Forget those fools. Let them bite each other like dogs. Once both sides are badly hurt, we'll make our move and reap the fisherman's profit."
"Heaven is truly helping our Thunder Demon race."
"Best of all, they'll both be wounded,