But a Demon God with fifty thousand years of cultivation was not so easily killed.
To reach its current heights, it naturally possessed a few trump cards.
Thus, after suffering consecutive heavy blows, the remaining eyes of Ten-Thousand Eyes suddenly glimmered with a dark crimson bloody light. Each streak of blood-red light spread outward along Its body, leaving twisted traces in space.
Xu Changqing instantly became wary. "What is this?"
Kong Fang narrowed his eyes. "The laws have been twisted."
"You all..."
Demon God Myriad Eyes raised Its head. Its voice was no longer low, but instead became exceptionally calm—calm to the point of strangeness, enough to make one's scalp prickle. "You're courting death!"
As the words fell.
All the remaining eyes erupted with dazzling dark crimson light at the same instant.
Like vines, those lights spread in every direction, each ray winding around a section of space.
The spaces bound by the rays began to twist violently.
They looked like paper kneaded into a crumpled ball.
As the laws twisted, they all descended into disorder.
Within a thousand zhang around Demon God Myriad Eyes, space was twisted by those rays into a massive spatial vortex within a few breaths.
Demon God Myriad Eyes itself stood at the center of that vortex.
An utterly terrifying aura permeated Its entire body.
Dark crimson light continuously poured from Its eyes, dyeing the entire space a suffocating blackish red.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was thrown into chaos.
The human cultivators who had been encircling and exterminating the remaining Demon Gods all stopped, instinctively looking toward Demon God Myriad Eyes.
The details within the region covered by the dark crimson light could no longer be seen.
All they could see was a massive vortex turning. With every rotation, it devoured another layer