At the command, all the Lower Demon Gods under Shichen's command silently flew behind him.
They lowered their heads, not daring to look at the brothers across from them—the ones with whom they had once discussed the Dao, searched for treasures of chaos, and traded insults.
Over countless Chaos Eras, deep bonds had formed between them. But as Lower Demon Gods of their respective laws and Daos, they had no choice. From the moment they were born, they had been unable to defy the will of the Chaos Demon Gods to whom they belonged.
"Damn it! Shichen, what's gotten into you?" The Destruction Demon God glared at the blue-robed figure in the void, anger ringing in his voice.
All of them had fought together against other universes. They had spoken of striving for the Chaos World's future. Shichen had even shared the essence of the Dao of Time to heal his wounds. How had things come to this?
Shichen looked over at him with indifference.
There was not a trace of his former familiarity in that gaze, only the detachment of the Dao itself.
After reaching the Chaos Realm, Fifth Heaven, divinity began to overtake humanity. If Shichen had broken through to the Sixth Heaven with the Dao of Time alone, perhaps he could still have held it in check.
But this time, he had ascended to the Chaos Realm, Sixth Heaven, with both the laws of time and space. Caught unprepared, he had allowed divinity to suppress every emotion he possessed.
"Perish."
Shichen uttered the single word coldly and brought his palm down.
The overwhelming might of the Chaos Realm, Sixth Heaven, carried the combined force of time and space. It became a colossal palm spanning tens of millions of light-years and descended upon the Destruction Demon God's head.