The Thunder Division Dao Soldiers from the upper realm were still there, a million heavenly troops and generals strong.
Yet at their very center, at the innermost point guarded by layer upon layer of thunderous order runes, a great hole had appeared between Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord's brows. His expression was still one of astonishment. Before he could even feel fear, all life had left him.
A flying sword had pierced his soul!
His head had been pierced by a flying sword wielded by a fourth-realm undying sword cultivator, a blade imbued with sword intent of shattering, spell-breaking, spell-sealing, distortion, and destruction!
Such an injury was billions of times more terrifying than the deadliest poison under heaven.
He had been utterly erased on both the physical and spiritual levels. His body appeared intact, but every particle of every cell and every fragment of his soul had been destroyed. Nothing that marked him as living remained.
When Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord had descended from his sect to the lower realm, he had been full of ambition. He regarded its inhabitants as ants. His only worthy opponents were Blood Lake Bone Mountain's Dao Soldiers, so he had planned to seize control of the many minor worlds' inhabitants as quickly as possible, then use immortal arts to search for clues and win an unparalleled achievement for his sect.
Now he had indeed found clues to an immortal art—at the cost of his life!
Across the starry sky, countless cultivators' thoughts froze.
They had only vaguely seen a scarlet, blood-gold streak flash across the stars, extinguishing thunder, cleaving through the million Thunder Division Dao Soldiers' defenses, slaying every living being that tried to stop it, and pinning their commander dead with a single sword strike amid his million troops!
"No!"
In that instant, countless