Despair of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms

Bang!

Boom!

Pfft!

The moment those brave people spoke, their bodies exploded outright, their forms and souls utterly destroyed.

Before a Heavenly Human Realm cultivator, they were nothing but ants.

For ants to grow bold enough to harbor thoughts of resistance was already to court death.

"How terrifying... how terrifying."

The souls of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms faction trembled, their bodies shaking as they could not help wanting to prostrate themselves on the ground.

Before coming here, they had already steeled themselves to die in battle. Yet when death truly descended, they still felt immense terror—boundless fear.

Pfft!

The Blood God's pressure enveloped the entire battlefield. White Tiger, Xuanku, and the other Cave Heaven Realm cultivators bore the brunt of it, coughing blood and stumbling back.

Blood streamed from them without cease. Their souls were about to be torn apart, their Cave Heavens nearly shattered, leaving them in agony worse than death.

"Is this the Heavenly Human Realm?"

"We can't stop it. This isn't a power we can contend against."

"It seems we'll be buried here today."

Only by facing a Heavenly Human Realm cultivator directly did they understand its horror. It was an existence they could scarcely shake even if they exhausted every ounce of strength.

They could only await death, unable to resist.

"Return and fight the Abyss and the Insect Race, and I may spare your lives."

The Blood God looked down upon them and spoke coldly, without emotion.

The strength of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms was not worth a blow before him, yet he did not wish to slaughter them all.

Keeping them alive could still delay the advance of the Abyss and the Insect Race.

Roar!

The grievously wounded White Tiger let out an enraged roar, his