Demon God Xuantianjun's voice, vast as heavenly music, echoed between heaven and earth, forming terrifying sound waves.
Every word seemed to contain supreme demonic power, striking directly at the heart.
At the sound, many injured cultivators in the formation, whose auras had weakened, unconsciously revealed looks of terror.
But at this moment, no one had the mind to care about their condition.
"Amitabha! If we can halt Senior's steps, then even in death, we shall truly live!"
Jade Bodhi pressed his palms together. When speaking of death, his expression was calm as still water.
Buddhist Sect cultivators spent their lives contemplating life and death. At his current realm, his state of mind had long since transcended such matters.
Around Jade Bodhi, whether Cultivation World cultivators or Great Demons of the Demon Race, all wore solemn expressions.
Their eyes held complicated emotions—worry and tension—but not a trace of fear toward death.
Having reached the Tribulation Crossing stage,
they might not all be able to treat life and death as beneath notice, but each had long since formed their own understanding of them.
"This dull, filthy Six Realms should hear a funeral dirge of annihilation as well!"
"Let it begin with the Cultivation World!"
"And let me see just what kind of people you are, those who truly live even in death!"
As he spoke, Demon God Xuantianjun slightly spread his hands.
He formed no hand seals, yet the profound gaze in his eyes revolved like boundless nebulae.
Demonic Yuan and Divine Power turned into two endless vortices within his eyes.
"Divine Weep: Nine Heavens Guixu!"
With a low shout, Demonic Yuan and Divine Power burst from Demon God Xuantianjun's eyes.
The two powers intertwined, condensing into a force steeped in the aura of deathly silence.
The deathly aura spread, as if