In the vicinity of nearly a thousand miles, there were no longer any living persons—only flowing, falling fresh blood. The liveliness from before had turned into silence in an instant.
"This... This is the power of the Heavenly Demon! They are the descendants of gods, the envoys of gods!"
Kong Zhi looked at the hellish scene around him, unable to contain his astonishment and excitement, marveling at the power of the Heavenly Demons. Though some might defeat them, no one could kill them—they would only grow stronger!
"Hmm?"
But soon, Kong Zhi, filled with suspicion, turned his attention in a certain direction.
There, time seemed to reverse, blood reformed into whole flesh and bodies, revealing Su Changkong's form.
"Is everyone else dead?" Su Changkong, looking slightly pale, gazed at his surroundings—blood had flowed for miles!
It was merely a word uttered by the Heavenly Demon!
