Centered on Cloud Dragon King, a formless and intangible domain, pale gold and vast as the ocean, silently unfurled.
It instantly covered the entire battlefield, completely enveloping the ferocious, snarling members of the Demon Race.
Within the domain, time and space seemed to fall into a strange state of stagnation.
The pouncing demonic figures, the spewing Demon Fire, the brandished claws… In that instant, every savage action of the Demon Race was like a painting submerged in water.
They silently began to distort and disintegrate, finally vanishing into nothingness without leaving so much as a speck of dust.
Annihilated in the truest sense of the word.
The battlefield, which had been filled with earth-shattering roars just a moment before, instantly fell deathly silent. Only the thick, inescapable stench of blood and the ravaged land remained as proof of the fierce battle that had taken place.
