Xue Beng collapsed to the ground, the despair in his eyes frozen solid. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The light touched his body. His luxurious royal robe was the first to turn to dust, followed by his flesh and bones.
In the end, his entire body vanished from where he stood, as if he had never existed.
Dai Tianfeng tried to make one last stand, but he was reduced to a puddle of blood within the light.
"Daughter."
Zhu Zhuqing's mother suddenly pulled Zhu Zhuqing into her arms, holding her tightly as if she wanted to knead her into her own flesh and blood.
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes and embraced her mother.
The golden-red light descended, and the two women's figures shattered like bubbles, scattering into the air.
Oscar watched his companions vanish one after another, the bitterness on his face turning into despair.
He wanted to summon a sausage, only to find that under the Heavenly Screen's pressure, he could not mobilize his Soul Power at all.
Oscar gave one final look in Tang San and Xiao Wu's direction. With a regretful smile on his lips, he completely dissipated.
The cries, pleas, and curses came to an abrupt stop at that moment.
Wherever the golden-red light passed, the Allied Forces' mid- and high-ranking soldiers vanished in swathes like harvested wheat.
There was no room for resistance, no possibility of escape.
Over a thousand lives were utterly annihilated within just a few breaths, without leaving behind even the slightest trace.
Tang San wildly swung the phantom of the Asura Demon Sword, trying to protect those around him and block the deadly light.
But before the laws of the Heavenly Screen, his power seemed so pale and feeble.
He could only watch helplessly as Prince Xue