"Uh?" Ash froze the instant he heard that.
Then he consoled them, "Whether it's true or not."
"It'd be good if it blew up. At least they'd have no hope of that anymore."
"It would be good if it really blew up." Wu Heng raised his head and looked at the aftermath of the explosion.
The four Great Evil Spirits had been hurled nearly a kilometer away by the violent shockwave.
Part of Baal's claws and Lenogron's tail had all been blown off.
The other three Great Evil Spirits had also suffered considerable injuries.
Aside from them in the distance and the Marrow Eaters, the entire battlefield was empty. The densely packed Evil Spirits had been completely swept away.
Only a thick layer of bone powder remained on the ground.
Their field of vision instantly became much clearer.
The cloud-choked sky had also been disturbed by the sudden surge, scattering the dense principles.
Most importantly, the sinister dark domain formed by the gathering of countless Evil Spirits—a domain-like environmental field—had been directly shattered.
"You ungrateful insects, you have truly angered us!" Livimara's voice was filled with fury and gloom, completely stripped of its previous composure.
One of its eyes had been injured, leaking a black liquid like ink.
Countless noisy voices came from within its eye socket, like countless people whispering.
It was as though a hole had suddenly been opened in a heavily soundproofed chamber, allowing the sounds inside to leak out.
Those voices were all souls it had devoured before.
If it wished, those souls could become its alchemical materials or offspring at any time.
"Wow, looks like we really did anger this thing." Ash looked up at the alchemical Evil Spirit's expression in the distance and could not help mocking it. "That eye of yours really looks