Meanwhile, at the other end of the battlefield, Luo Ping had not been idle either. The corner of his mouth lifted, and his tongue swept over his lips as a cold smile formed.
The Demon Scythe in his hand turned lightly. Countless surges of power gathered around it, then quietly drew back in. His head hung low, yet an oppressive aura radiated from his entire body, impossible to dismiss.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as cold and clear as ice. His voice was like a winter wind piercing through the air, striking straight at the heart. "Chen Yu, did you think that so-called Slaughter Domain of yours could suppress all of us?"
"Hmph. Now, let me teach you what true despair means."
"Experience for yourself what it feels like to have your [Slaughter Domain] shattered completely!"
Before his words had faded, he gave a low shout that thundered like lightning exploding across the nine heavens. "Supreme Demon Profound Art-Limit Break!"
Black, purple, and silver light rose from his body, like netherworld flames burning in the dark of night-scorching, uncanny, and chilling to the bone.
Vast waves of force surged from within him, sweeping outward in ring after ring. With the Demon Scythe at its center, an unprecedented storm of darkness and fiendish energy erupted. Like a furious dragon bursting from the sea, it swept across heaven and earth.
The sheer might and terror of this power forced everyone present to turn their eyes toward him.
Chen Yu's heart tightened. This is bad.
As one of the families possessing a deity inheritance, the Rakshasa Luo Family stood alongside the Angel Qian Family and the Sea God Bo Family. Its deep foundations were anything but ordinary.
Limit Break was one of the Luo Family's ultimate trump cards. Its power rivaled