The blood-red hue faded completely, and heaven and earth fell deathly silent.
The entire Lingmeng Continent had long since become an endless mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
As far as the eye could see, the earth for hundreds of millions of miles lay buried beneath layers of corpses from countless races, shattered divine bones, and fragments of annihilated laws. Dried blood soaked every inch of soil. All its former prosperity had vanished, leaving only desolation and the lingering devastation of ages.
The killing blow that had just annihilated the entire Asura army seemed to be the irresistible suppression of the Four Divine Blades Battle Formation and the Human Emperor Banner's restraining power. Yet from beginning to end, setting up the formation, controlling it, locking onto enemies, slaughtering them, and managing every detail of the killing had all been controlled by Shiheng's divine soul alone.
He had remained in the Divine City throughout and never acted in person, yet he had personally consigned ninety-nine percent of the continent's living beings to death, ending the last conflict at the close of this world-destroying catastrophe.
Shiheng had played the ultimate villain once.
The stench of blood drifted on the wind and lingered around him, but it no longer felt cold enough to pierce his bones.
Instead, under this absolute, thorough, unrestrained baptism of slaughter across the entire continent, the gloom and frustration that had weighed on Shiheng's heart for centuries finally began to loosen and slowly dissolve.
For centuries, from the Yulan Plane to his wanderings through the heavens, every step had been like treading on thin ice.
He had struggled to survive at the very bottom, endured countless brushes with death, concealed his strength and held himself back all along the way, proceeding cautiously at every step. He had dared