Demonic Might, Collective Punishment

Paper Kite saw hope again. Don't be fooled by Ling Xiao's current calm, unruffled, utterly indifferent appearance.

Once he witnessed the Blood Moon Demon God's strength, he would understand what true despair was. Then he would beg her and willingly follow her to the divine temple.

Paper Kite saw another vision of the future. A confident smile hung upon her delicate face as she followed behind at an unhurried pace.

By then, the world outside had already changed color. It was pitch-black, with no sun or sky in sight. Rolling black qi and demonic clouds gathered across the firmament, blanketing endless space-time.

As people looked at the black clouds overhead, their expressions became incomparably grim. Some had even begun to despair.

At that moment, the black clouds parted, as though the sky had split open to form a massive Heavenly Abyss.

Figures in shadow emerged from within one after another.

The man at the forefront was shrouded in a black robe, with only a pair of blood-red pupils and a vague outline visible.

Behind him stood living beings clad in black demonic armor, each of them radiating black demonic flames.

Their auras were icy, as immovable as mountains, as though they had just crawled out of purgatory. From head to toe, they exuded the murderous air of bloodily slaughtering the universe.

The momentum gathered by them made everyone tremble in terror.

Ling Xiao stood before the Snow God Palace, gazing at the sky expressionlessly.

From the black-robed man leading them, he sensed an immense pressure, far surpassing True Lord Hundred Tribulations.

This was a true powerhouse.

At that moment, the black-robed man also sensed Ling Xiao's gaze and noticed his presence. Coldness seeped from his blood-red pupils.

He sensed the formidable foundation emanating from Ling Xiao.

Though he was only