A faint smile touched the lips of the faceless man.
With a casual clench of his hand, the thunderstorm of heaven and earth froze. Vital energy instantly stagnated, and even the demon beasts and devils in the midst of shattering were solidified in an instant.
Thousands upon thousands of storage rings surged toward him like a long river, all of them collected by the man.
Ying Xiao froze. The myriad pains hidden beneath his indifferent face seemed to vanish at this moment. Amid this world-destroying thunderstorm, a trace of serenity actually appeared on his face.
Watching those invincible, unmatchable great demons and devils get ground apart in the thunderstorm like swarms of crushed locusts, he murmured, "...So this is what a true powerhouse is."
Ying Xiao longed to become such a powerhouse. Right now, he only wanted to control his own fate.
As for what he lived for, perhaps he merely wanted to keep living.
His feet were not slow as he followed the Immortal Slaves in fleeing. Those destructive bolts of lightning had never ravaged them either.
Their silhouettes gradually vanished.
On the ceremonial platform.
Chen Xun slowly rose to his feet, a glint of cold light in his eyes. "Why does it feel like these demons and devils can never be killed? Have their numbers in the Three Thousand Great Worlds truly become this outrageous...?"
Even in the present era, he had not felt that the Demon Race and Devil Race were everywhere. On the contrary, he had not encountered many of them.
Over the years, he had truly witnessed what a tide of demons and devils was. They stripped even the feathers from a passing goose. The desolate regions of many Heavenly Domains had been ravaged into being just that way. Wherever they went, they looted, like