"Was this the power unleashed by the Marquis's Self-Detonation?" An Insect Race Creation stared in shock.
From where they stood, they could see utter devastation.
The Palace, the stone forest, even the surrounding Mountain Peaks had all collapsed and been destroyed!
Only an enormous basin remained!
"Limit Creation Self-Detonation is no small matter." Li Ming drew a breath. He had fought other Limit Creations before, but those battles had mostly ended in stalemates.
As for forcing another Limit Creation to self-destruct... he had never managed that, so he had never witnessed it.
"The power of that Self-Detonation was almost on par with a One-Tribulation Sovereign, wasn't it?" Li Ming was shaken.
"The Marquis is dead. The Marquis is dead..."
The other Insect Race Creations muttered in shock and terror.
Such terrifying power from a Self-Detonation.
And Shang Cheng had undergone Self-Detonation himself.
Surely Shang Cheng was dead!
"Look! There's someone in the middle of the basin," someone cried. "He's the one who got the Marquis killed!"
The others looked over.
Sure enough, a figure sat cross-legged in the center of the basin.
He was far away, and dust still billowed through the basin. They could not see him clearly, only make out terrifying currents of power flashing across his body.
They shimmered in a riot of colors, uncanny beyond measure.
"That's him! He killed the Marquis!"
"The Marquis is dead. What do we do?"
"Without the Marquis holding this region, we can't keep it under control. The Spirit Race to the north will surely try to seize our territory."
After a glance, panic spread among them.
How could they not panic?
The devastation was terrifying.
If they had not gone out earlier and had stayed behind, the sheer force of Shang Cheng's Self-Detonation would have wiped them all out.