Beneath the sky that had lain silent for ages, a blood-red celestial river spanned the world. The world-destroying formation roared and shuddered, its boundless slaughtering Dao resonance sealing off the last stretch of heaven and earth on the Lingmeng Continent.
As Shiheng's cold, indifferent words fell, no egg beneath the overturned nest would remain intact!
No distinction between strong and weak, old and new, good and evil!
Anyone who had reached the Midgod realm or above, anyone who carried the blood of Lingmeng's myriad races and bore the enmity of ages, would meet their end today!
The formation unleashed its full power. Countless blood-red blade patterns blanketed the entire continent like blades filling the skies of purgatory, leaving no blind spots, no gaps, and not the slightest chance of survival.
In the void, nearly a hundred Asura powerhouses who had dominated the ages turned deathly pale, their minds breaking. Two thousand Seven-Star Fiends whose might had shaken entire regions trembled, their divine bodies taut. The three gravely wounded ancient supreme powerhouses, comparable to Paragons, looked on in despair, no longer possessing any confidence to resist.
They were the entirety of the highest fighting strength accumulated over the countless years of the Lingmeng Continent's existence, the ultimate expression of a higher plane's reserves.
Every Asura had been the prodigy and central figure of an era, possessing ancient reserves, heaven-defying trump cards, and secret arts of life and death. They had once swept across the planes, suppressed countless powerful foes, and stood all but invincible.
Every Seven-Star Fiend was the overlord of a region, wielding authority over a race and commanding endless resources, powerful enough to roam unchecked and crush all others in the battles among the myriad races of the heavens.
Yet now, before Shiheng's world-destroying killing formation, every trump card,