The setting sun was blood-red. At the center of the battlefield, a white-robed figure stood like a monument unmoved through eternity, suppressing this shattered world.
At his feet, the blood of the Imperial Clan's prodigies pooled into rivers, severed limbs strewn in a horrifying sight.
The Saint Nightmare Demon King trembled violently in the void. His face, once perpetually shrouded in mist and impossible to read,
was now exposed clearly for the first time—a face as pale as paper, etched with utter terror.
The Abyssal Demon Eye fared no better. The vertical eye he took such pride in was tightly shut, black tears of blood trickling from its corners as half his body spasmed.
As for Eli, the Calamity Demoness, the bell in her hand no longer rang with its crisp chime.
The innocence and cruelty in her gray eyes had long since vanished.
All that remained was the trembling dread of facing irresistible heavenly might.
"How could... this..."
The Saint Nightmare Demon King's voice was dry, as though he had forced it out of his throat.
"Nine of us joined forces, empowered by a Demon God, with an Emperor Formation sealing everything off..."
"Such a force would have been more than enough to hunt down even a veteran God King. Why... why were we crushed by him alone?!"
It was the collapse of their convictions.
They had styled themselves heavenly calamities, tribulations sent down by heaven above, destined to bring destruction to the world.
Yet only today had they understood that before a true taboo,
their so-called disasters were merely fireworks in a child's hands—dazzling, but powerless.
"Run!"
"We have to run!"
That thought surfaced in the survivors' minds almost simultaneously.
Even Su Chen, the most calculating of them all, had no thoughts left for scheming.
Against a monster