The Celestial King and his celestials had narrowly escaped Rebecca's strike, surviving by the thinnest margin. Not everyone was as fortunate—or fast. Some had been caught in the deadly blast, their lives snuffed out in an instant.
The Celestial King gazed upon the aftermath, his expression marked by mild surprise. The sheer lethality of Rebecca's attack—and the vast radius it covered—was far greater than he had anticipated, especially for something she had unleashed so casually.
Thousands of soldiers from the allied races had perished in that single blow. Although the majority were from the minor races, it did nothing to lessen the overwhelming impression her power left behind.
Seconds after the devastation, several beings were teleported into the territory of the Celestial King—among them, the Demon King himself.
"I hope we're not late to the party," the Demon King said, his eyes locking immediately onto Rebecca.
