But it was useless.
Before absolute power, every struggle seemed feeble and laughable.
That terrifying suction swept aside everything.
Whether it was the protective stellar aura of Nascent Soul cultivators or the barrier of demonic power gathered by the battle formation, before that dark vortex, they melted instantly like snow beneath the sun.
Azure Flood Dragon felt even his Nascent Soul trembling. A terror rooted in the very essence of his life left him unable even to think of resisting.
He watched helplessly as entire swathes of his elite troops were sucked into that enormous maw, unable to raise even a single splash.
"Your Majesty... flee..."
That was the last trace of thought Azure Flood Dragon left in this world.
Then this Nascent Soul greater demon, who had emerged into the world seething with hatred and once fought a bitter battle against Heavenly Hatred True Lord, became a scrap of minced flesh in the beast's mouth, along with tens of thousands of his clansmen.
After holding for three breaths, the Bronze Palace's protective formation gave an agonized groan under the crushing strain and shattered with a thunderous crash!
The impregnable bronze walls began to twist, warp, and disintegrate under the vortex's pull!
"Damn it!"
Kunpeng's eyes nearly split with fury. He gripped the Trident tightly and unleashed every last ounce of his peak late Nascent Soul demonic power, yet he could barely protect the hundred-meter radius around his throne.
As he watched that monster swallow his subjects and his palace, mouthful by mouthful, in little more than a dozen breaths, his kingly pride was crushed to pieces.
He recalled the scroll that human cultivator had summoned on Lone Reef in the East China Sea not long ago.
Powerful as that scroll was, it was still a magic treasure. Its workings