Little Five was still holding on. She had originally followed Yu Ci's command to leave the battlefield, but subsequently Yu Ci became trapped in the center of the distorted void. Unable to set her mind at ease, she had turned back. Now, leaving was even less of a possibility.
Yet no matter how hard she held on, she could not change the established fact nor withstand the catastrophic pressure.
The five-colored radiance outside her body dimmed to nothing, and she did not assume any defensive posture. She merely pressed her lips together, clutched her head, and curled her body up with all her might. She was on the verge of crying, yet ultimately did not dare.
She did not even know what had happened, nor why she felt fear, why she felt so wretched, or why she could not muster a scrap of strength throughout her entire body. Only pure negative emotions surged back and forth, causing her spirit—which had crossed the Spirit Sculpting Heavenly Tribulation mere years ago—to rapidly lose control over her physical body.
In merely a matter of breaths, she finally lost consciousness. Her tiny form dissolved into colorful light and scattered, eventually revealing its original shape: a palm-sized iron iron tablet that plunged into the shattered ruins of the Nine Truths Immortal Palace, only to be swept up by the turbulent currents of the Donghua Void and drift away through the void.
This drew some attention.
There were still a considerable number of heavenly demons within the Donghua Void. They, too, had fallen into terror and chaos. A large volume of fiends—particularly mind demons and the vast majority of baleful demons—could not withstand the pressure at the very onset of the chaos and disintegrated one after another. The remainder drifted in the turbulent currents of the