"Ah! Ah! Aaaah!"
A howl of agony rang out.
Feng Xi's wings tore free with the sound.
"No, no, impossible! My wings! How is this possible!"
Feng Xi spoke in disbelief.
He reached behind himself with both talons, desperate to believe he had fallen under an illusion.
But he could never find his outstretched wings, and the heart-rending agony where they had been torn away told Feng Xi this was no illusion.
Feng Xi's eyes filled with despair and emptiness.
His wails carried across the whole of Fated Island, easily heard by countless demons and humans.
Two enormous crimson hands each held a wing torn from the bird before them, Feng Xi's blood dripping from both.
"Have you felt the gulf between us now, little bird?"
"This so-called Wind-Splitting Beast, this so-called ninth-stage demon beast-in my eyes, you're nothing more than something I can slaughter with ease!"
Feng Xi did not answer. Having confirmed that his wings really had been ripped off, he wore despair all over his face.
At the sight, the imprisoned humans and demons below began to panic.
The demons' king had been defeated, and they were afraid.
The humans rejoiced at the demon king's defeat, their desire to live rekindled. They wanted to run, wanted freedom.
They began fleeing in every direction.
Lu Shang glanced at them and said softly, "Anyone who dares move, demon or human, will be killed without mercy!"
Then he stepped down upon the empty air.
An immense pressure crushed all those cultivators and demon beasts to the ground, leaving them unable to move.
Most of the humans were bewildered.
We're all humans, so why won't he let us escape?
They began discussing it.
But the demons cared nothing for that. They could not understand what Lu Shang was saying anyway.
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