Three hundred and sixty-five array banners unleashed endless might, gathering the power of the demon race, and obliterating several great worlds.
The witch tribe deployed the Twelve Heavenly Deity Slaughter Great Formation, transforming into the silhouette of Pan Gu. As the axe fell, countless beings were slain, and even worlds were shattered by the axe.
Utterly ruthless.
"I wonder if we can still get a taste." Ming He shook his head, and behind him was a blood-colored river driven by Asura.
The river was full of filth, and regardless of whether it was beings or Spiritual Treasures, all who fell into it would be polluted, losing all spiritual essence, and turning into nourishment for the sea of blood.
"How come there are twenty Supreme beings?! We should be able to get a share. Ming He, let's join forces!" Kun Peng transformed into a great bird and spread his wings. Every flap caused mysterious dark energy to sweep out, killing countless beings.
