I severed the effect of your existence.
All your power naturally became nothingness.
Such a technique.
It had already faintly touched a level that even he, the Heavenly Evil God, found troublesome.
"No wonder you managed to kill so many of my subordinates."
The White-Clothed Youth casually squeezed his hand.
The Folding Fan in his hand, with three broken ribs, transformed directly into a pitch-black spear radiating an endless aura of destruction.
The Heavenly Evil God's bonded Demon Soldier.
The Eight-Eyed Evil Spear.
"It seems there'll be no peaceful end to this today."
Holding the spear pointed downward, the White-Clothed Youth walked toward Su Changqing step by step.
With every step, a section of the starry expanse beneath his feet collapsed.
Su Changqing stood where he was.
His left hand held his scabbard, and his right hung at his side.
Watching the approaching incarnation of the Heavenly Evil God, he curved his lips into a faint smile.
"Finally willing to enter the fray yourself?"
Su Changqing raised his head. Rather than looking at the White-Clothed Youth, he looked past him, into the unfathomable depths of the Demon Domain.
"But."
"Since you're here, don't try to fool us with an incarnation."
Su Changqing's words brought the White-Clothed Youth to an abrupt halt.
Before the White-Clothed Youth could speak.
Su Changqing joined two fingers of his right hand like a sword and pointed straight across the void at the vast Demon Domain.
"Get out here."
Su Changqing's finger pointed into the pitch-black depths of the Demon Domain.
As his words fell, even the faintest breeze in the starry expanse stopped.
The White-Clothed Youth held the black spear, his feet rooted in place.
The smile on his face faded little by little.
His pure-black eyes fixed on Su Changqing, then glanced at Xiao