The battlefield fell utterly silent.
At this moment, the Demon God King stood only a hundred meters tall. In terms of sheer volume, he was far smaller than he had been in his former Flesh-and-Blood Nest form.
Yet every extraordinary being present could clearly sense the Demon God King's terror. They felt a chasm—a chasm between tiers of life.
Indeed, size often meant strength; volume and power were equal. But there was another saying: concentration was the essence.
They had watched the Demon God King devour countless aberrant beasts without pause. In the end, even the black hole had been swallowed by him and turned into nourishment.
Against such a monster, even the valor of extraordinary beings could hardly summon the courage to face him in battle.
More importantly, with their strength, they likely could not even pierce his defenses.
Humanity seemed to have reached the end of the road.
If even extraordinary beings felt that way, then in the world of ordinary people, as speculation spread by word of mouth and through online communications, the first thing many did after realizing what was happening was contact those they cared about most, if only to speak their final words.
But not every call could get through. Affected by the earlier powerful magnetic pulse, communication signals in many cities relatively close to the depths of the wilderness suffered massive interference.
At any other time, this would have been no more than a matter requiring large-scale repairs. But now, as communications were cut off, islands of despair took shape.
Beep, beep, beep!
Inside the Divine Kingdom, Luo Zhen's communicator rang.
The semi-high-dimensional space was exceedingly mystical. In theory, this place should not have been within the coverage range of communication signals, yet the call somehow went through anyway.
However, the person contacting