The voice came without warning. The first thing that met everyone's eyes was an altar.
The altar hung in midair. No one knew how it had appeared.
Light was spreading across it.
Then a pillar of light descended from the heavens, landing in the very center of the altar.
The voice had come from there as well.
An invisible light then spread out from the altar. Though it was not dazzling, it could not be ignored.
It seemed to shine into their Primordial Spirits.
The aura of the Great Dao followed.
Boom!
As though blasted apart, the mist was swept away and eradicated.
Mu Kong froze when he saw who had arrived, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
He had never imagined this lord would come in person, much less that he could learn of his predicament and stride across the heavens to reach him.
Yingyue felt an unparalleled shock. The manner of his arrival shook her mind and spirit.
An inexplicable fear arose in her heart.
Only then did she realize that the newcomer was the Demon Race's bane.
In his eyes, even the mightiest demons were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs.
The blood-mist figure frowned deeply. "Who are you?"
He sensed an indescribable danger.
Yet before he could do anything, the altar abruptly appeared before him.
Then a finger pointed at him from a distance.
In that instant, the blood-mist figure saw space distort, then felt the power within his body being broken down.
Then Jiang Man's low voice rang out. "Annihilation."
The instant the words fell, the blood mist felt everything in his body twisting, restructuring, and finally...
Bang!
The endless blood mist instantly shattered, disintegrated, and dispersed.
Even the will within it was crushed.
Not a trace of its existence remained.
Yingyue could scarcely