Blood rained through a reeking wind, and heaven and earth wailed.
The two halves of the Six-Eyed Nine-Tailed Fierce Beast, cleaved apart by a single sword stroke, crashed heavily to the ground. Black blood surged like the River of the Underworld bursting its banks, instantly corroding the earth and sending up clouds of nauseating black smoke.
Even with its life extinguished, the remains still convulsed violently, radiating heart-chilling dark fluctuations, as though recounting the terror of that sword stroke.
At that moment, all fell silent before the secluded valley.
The four remaining Primordial Fierce Beasts abruptly froze in the midst of their savage, bloodthirsty movements.
Though dark matter had eroded their intelligence, leaving them crazed and confused, their instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm remained.
That sword stroke had been too swift, too ruthless, too absolute!
The chaos sword intent within it had not only severed flesh but directly annihilated the strand of immortal dark essence within the primordial spirit. It was utter obliteration, stripping away even the chance of reincarnation.
"Rrr..."
The Three-Headed Taotie let out a low whimper. In its three pairs of blood-red eyes, the crazed killing intent that had held sway was now replaced by an almost human dread.
They were undying monsters with indestructible, True God-level bodies, but that did not mean they wanted to die.
In their eyes, the youth before them, dressed in robes white as snow, was now even more terrifying than the uncanny creatures at the sources of darkness.
Compared with the beasts' fear, however, the many prodigies watching nearby were shaken to their cores, their very souls trembling.
"Dead? It's really... dead?"
A prodigy of a Northern Sea Royal Clan went weak in the knees and nearly dropped to the ground.
He stared fixedly at the enormous corpse, feeling