As these words fell.
Many Evil Gods' faces turned grim, the original ferocity and arrogance in their eyes vanished, replaced by undisguisable fear and anxiety.
The fall of the Rakshasa Divine Master was like a bucket of ice water over their heads, waking them from their frenzy, making them reevaluate this seemingly young Human Race Immortal Emperor before them.
The coalition of five Divine Masters was a lineup luxurious beyond comparison.
Throughout the Endless Immortal Domain, without immortals, those who could truly contend with such power would be few and far between.
Even those ancient Holy Land Masters would retreat three paces at such a force.
The outcome—
It happened so quickly.
From the start of the battle until now, it was just a moment, yet the Rakshasa Divine Master had fallen directly, his Divine Soul failing to escape, completely devoured by that eerie Yellow Springs.
This scene dealt a massive blow to the other Evil Divine Lords.
