"Things have reached this point, why bother making a stubborn, futile resistance?"
"Heaven-Eroding Nether Orb!"
Sweeping away all the unease and apprehension in his heart, a grim voice rang out, and immediately Demon Venerable Xuanming's palm expanded violently. Merely in an instant, an exceptionally dazzling ball of energy spewed out, bizarrely constructing a certain kind of evil fiend breath in midair.
The void bore no traces of distortion or collapse, showing that in this so-called Netherworld territory, the hardness of space seemed to surpass any realm of the past.
Just then, right in front of Demon Venerable Xuanming, a blood-red sphere of light the size of a thousand zhang rapidly converged.
Atop the blood-red sphere of light, countless foul auras that induced despair were densely packed.
Crimson blood-red pupils, putrid skin, flesh, and the like all mixed together in a disorderly fashion, attaching themselves to the outermost perimeter of the blood-red sphere of light.
Then, before the Fallen Angel King could react, Demon Venerable Xuanming waved his palm and directly cast it out. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the latter projected downward toward the Netherworld ground below like a falling meteorite.
"His target... is not us?"
The Fallen Angel King flapped the Fallen Wings behind his back, seemingly condensing some sort of trump card in coordination with the Fallen Feathers left behind from the previous bitter battle, yet as he watched the giant sphere of light actually pass through the void beside him, his pupils shrank slightly.
"Not good."
And the moment his line of sight followed the blood-red sphere of light, a sense of unease rapidly sounded within the Fallen Angel King's mind.
Gazing far into the distance, he saw that during the high-speed movement of the giant sphere of light, countless crimson demon eyes suddenly opened on its surface,