As one Blood Demon after another flew over, carrying overwhelming Demonic Qi, the entire Endless Plain transformed into a Blood Sea.
Indeed, all that had just happened was an illusion.
Wherever the Demon Clan passed, not even an inch of grass remained, corpses lay everywhere, wails filled the air—this was the true evil demon.
The small world shook violently, rocking like a giant ship in a storm.
The Blood God Battleship moved slowly, its hull shooting out sharp Blood Demon blades, instantly turning countless mountains, trees, and Demon Beasts into pieces upon contact.
Ye Tian stood upright and firm in the Void, wheels within the Wind Cloud Transformation swirling around him, like a monument that would never collapse.
Feng Xinqi's three thousand strands of black hair danced in the wind, with a few strands gently touching Ye Tian's face, emitting a faint fragrance.
In the shadows, Long Yuan and the Dragon God Envoy couldn't help but feel helpless at the sight.
