The newborn Devil King's struggle was no less than an earthquake.
The entire earth kept splitting apart as the newborn Devil King roared without cease.
But Xu Zimo pressed down on its head with both hands. No matter how it resisted with the rest of its body, its head could not break free.
Then Xu Zimo drew Overlord Shadow with his other hand, the curved blade gleaming with astonishing cold light.
Surging blade qi poured down from it without end.
Explosions rang out continuously, as though it could cleave through all things.
The blade qi was like a great river, slashing directly toward the newborn Devil King's brow.
"Don't!" the Holy Lord of Apocalypse could not help shouting.
To create this Devil King, it had expended countless drops of Heart's Blood.
He naturally knew what this strike signified.
But for the Holy Lord of Apocalypse, watching his own Heart's Blood be destroyed before his very eyes was a blow he could scarcely accept.
Yet Xu Zimo's actions would not stop because of his shout.
Overlord Shadow broke through the obstruction of countless streams of devil qi and, despite the newborn Devil King's resistance, plunged into its brow with a single slash.
The devil qi that had endlessly flowed from its brow was like a flooding torrent.
Like a dam that had been smashed apart, endless devil qi spilled out uncontrollably.
More terrifyingly, this devil qi represented contamination, refined from countless lives.
It could be said that every wisp of devil qi contained countless Vengeful Spirits.
They were things condensed from innumerable lives back then.
Now, as the devil qi poured forth, these Vengeful Spirits emerged along with it.
Vengeful Spirits were best at claiming lives.
Throughout this northern region, the Vengeful Spirits spread ceaselessly along with the devil qi.
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