Compared to the Human Cultivators, the Demonic Evil Cultivators were almost purely propelled by sinister intentions and malice in their calculations.
The backlash of the Human Path Merit was even more brutal.
One after another, Demonic Evil Cultivators screamed and writhed. They spewed dark golden flames from their mouths, nostrils, and seven apertures, falling from the clouds like uprooted spring onions.
In mere moments, they were burned to char.
Neither soul nor body was spared.
Watching their underlings and various Demons suffer the backlash, the Human Cultivators on the other side were all grinning widely, their faces alight with schadenfreude.
Hmph! This King refuses to believe this.
With a cold snort, a figure shrouded in a black robe, stepping on foul mud, emerged slowly. A sinister chill emanated from him, and behind him, countless rotating, ghastly white eyeballs were faintly visible; the surrounding void turned even more gloomy and dark.
