These second-layer Quasi-Saints were no different from children before Su Tao.
The cultivation they took such pride in, the divine abilities they had painstakingly cultivated for countless years, the laws they boasted of—all of them were utterly vulnerable before those golden threads.
Those golden threads seemed capable of ignoring all defenses and directly extracting their origins.
A second-layer Quasi-Saint expert of the Demon Race revealed his true form, becoming a colossal beast ten thousand zhang tall. He tried to rely on his immense body and terrifying vitality to withstand the golden threads' devouring power head-on.
Yet the instant the golden threads pierced his body, his massive form began to shrivel at a rate visible to the naked eye.
He let out an earth-shaking howl and struggled madly, but the more he struggled, the faster he was drained.
In the end, he too became a dried corpse and crashed to the ground.
His corpse fell from the sky and struck the already lifeless earth below, sending dust soaring into the air.
But that dust was swiftly devoured by the golden threads.
It was as if the golden threads would not spare even the vitality within the dust.
The army of tens of billions was dwindling at a visible rate.
With every breath, millions of soldiers were devoured by the golden threads, turned into dried corpses, and dropped from the sky.
Those dried corpses carpeted the ground below in dense layers, piling up into mountains of bodies.
The corpse mountains grew ever taller and larger. From afar, they looked like a scene from hell.
And the golden threads continued their frenzied harvest of life.
The soldiers of the three great imperial dynasties had fallen into utter despair.
They could not flee, could not hide, could not fight back.
They could only watch