"Sever the connection, quick..." Eston shouted at once, but before he could finish, his voice abruptly cut off.
Mammon and Sersi beside him had yet to react when they saw that only a purple afterimage remained in the sky. The enormous demon jointly manifested by the three Demons Monarchs had vanished without a trace.
Both immediately felt their innards churn like storm-tossed seas as a backlash even fiercer than before struck them.
But they could not even cough up blood, for the instant the backlash struck, they felt an irresistible force appear.
Like a streak of light, it arrived without a sound. Then a blast of air that seemed ready to tear their bodies apart appeared before them.
Then came the sound of a blade piercing flesh, so crisp and clear. The resulting shock wave hurled the two of them away along with the clones around them, while several nearby formations of the Demons Legion were thrown into utter chaos.
Countless severed limbs flew through the air, and the flying dirt mingled with spurting blood.
Mammon and Sersi scrambled up from the ground, trying to see what had happened.
The moment they raised their heads, their pupils contracted. Once the dust dispersed, nothing remained on the ground but a field of severed limbs.
A figure stood there, clad in armor, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand raised upward. A struggling figure hung from its blade.
Only when the two of them saw clearly did they realize that the one impaled on the blade was Eston.
He gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe's blade with both hands, trying to pull his body free, but no matter how he struggled, it was all in vain.
In Mammon's and Sersi's eyes, Eston, one of the Five Demon Plane Monarchs, now looked just like