Before it could fall below, the intense heat evaporated it into nothingness.
Lin Dong's lightning dragon, meanwhile, wound its way up the Heavenly Evil God's wrist, shredding as it went.
The eight-colored power of the Ancestral Symbols transformed into countless sharp lightning blades, forcibly tearing the black demonic patterns on the Heavenly Evil God's forearm to pieces.
Great swaths of pale skin were scorched black by lightning, exposing the dark red flesh beneath.
Su Changqing's sword strike was the fiercest.
Without any flourish, the azure sword light slashed straight into the web between the thumb and forefinger of the Heavenly Evil God's hand.
That strike cut more than halfway through.
It even severed two of the black finger bones within, which radiated an aura of destruction.
"They blocked it!"
Behind the lines in the Great Thousand World, the experts of the superpowers who had been watching the battlefield with their spiritual senses all breathed a sigh of relief.
Even the Heavenly Evil God could not emerge unscathed from a full-force strike by these three Half-Step Rulers.
As long as they could wound him, this battle could still be fought.
But before they could finish releasing that breath of relief...
Deep within the Demon Domain.
An utterly unruffled voice came from the Heavenly Evil God's enormous black silhouette.
"That hurt a little."
He did not lose his temper.
Nor did he fly into a rage.
He merely stated an insignificant fact, like someone who had been bitten by a mosquito.
Immediately afterward, among the five Demonic Eyes on his head...
The one in the very center slowly shifted.
Then that Pale Palm suspended in midair, burned through by fire, struck by lightning, and slashed by a sword...
Suddenly pressed down another inch.
Just one inch.
But this time, what descended was