Hell's icy demonic energy swept across the wasteland. The bandits' remains strewn over the ground slowly dissolved in the heavy black mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The instant the mangled flesh and broken bones touched the demonic energy, they rapidly rotted and vanished. Only a thick, pungent stench of blood remained suspended between heaven and earth, lingering as proof that the brutal slaughter moments before had been no illusion.
Anna stood silently at the center of the ravaged battlefield, her gaze fixed on the air above. Towering waves surged through her heart, refusing to settle for a long time.
A Five-Star Fiend's divine core hovered steadily in midair, its entire surface flowing with dense, dark-golden light. Intricate, tightly packed patterns of rules covered it, suffused with a pure, domineering aura of destruction. Every faint tremor released Highgod pressure powerful enough to intimidate all living beings on the frontier.
The breathtaking scene from moments earlier kept replaying in her mind.
Shiheng's simple slash had possessed neither elaborate moves nor grand manifestations, yet it had contained the absolute power of laws that crushed everything.
Ultimate speed, ultimate power, ultimate suppression through rules!
In a mere instant, the Dark Wolf Race's bandit chief, a genuine Five-Star Fiend who had rampaged across the frontier and slaughtered countless humans, had died on the spot, without even a chance to struggle, counterattack, or self-destruct.
Anna was shaken to her core.
After all, the Dark Wolf bandit chief had been a genuine Five-Star Fiend, with a formidable physique and profound mastery of rules, far beyond an ordinary peak Four-Star Fiend.
Even an ordinary Five-Star Fiend of the same rank would have needed an earthshaking, drawn-out battle to kill him in a head-on clash. It could never have been so clean, effortless, and casual.