Su Heng cast a sidelong glance, flexing his wrist, “Who goes there?”

“Revenge Daughter, Glacia!”

“Revenge… heh heh heh, in this cruel world, the weak have no right to speak of revenge.” Su Heng sneered, then turned to look to the other side.

From within the pitch-black forest, another towering figure gradually emerged.

Clad in a black mink cape, dark green Armor, a slightly gloomy face, and those deep forest-like emerald eyes, he was the last King of Demon Descendants of the Kaleen Dynasty, Ryan. Back on the Wanyuan Plain, they had already had a probing clash. However, as soon as Ryan sensed the tide was turning against him, he decisively withdrew, and now reappearing before Su Heng, it was clear he was prepared to fight to the death.

“Ahaha, Ryan, I remember you.” Su Heng glanced around and then took an exaggerated sniff, laughing bizarrely, “Where’s that four-armed rat, Algres? Why isn’t he with you, or do you too think this war is a hopeless cause? It’s a pity, for I had prepared a whole array of eighteen tortures just for him. Will I have to reluctantly use them on you instead?”

Ryan smiled with gentlemanly grace, “It would be an honor to taste the tortures personally devised by Lord Demon Dragon.”

“Only your preparations are likely to become utterly null and void.”

Crack!

Ryan’s facial expression suddenly became stern.

His entire being was enveloped in a chilling, deathly aura, his longsword in hand gripped tightly, a streak of cold light shooting straight into the sky.

Boom!

The dark clouds in the sky instantly began to swirl, hanging low and from the vault of the heavens, a blazing white light emerged, yet it was neither lightning nor the light of the sun or moon. Su Heng’s face changed subtly, sensing an extremely rare threat. A shiver ran through him, and with arms extended, he pushed outward fiercely, tossing Jialuo and Ji Huaxi directly away from himself.

Bang!

Almost at that very instant.

A heaven-piercing, mountainous, scorching beam of white light fiercely shot down from the sky.

The surrounding rocks and rivers evaporated in an Instant, the ground trembled with a roar, and even the distant mountains began to shake violently. Then the ground started to collapse on a massive scale, this beam of light actually punching through the Earth’s crust, reaching into the mantle below, where surging magma filled the air.

The unprecedented pressure forced Su Heng down fiercely, disappearing completely from the battlefield.

Then came a tremendous explosion, at temperatures of billions of degrees, the inside rocks disintegrated and expanded, causing further upheaval.

From the perspective of Kulika and others, they saw the earth’s surface crack open with each fissure hundreds of meters wide and tens of kilometers long, even entire mountains were devoured by ferocious wounds. Then, scarlet magma spewed forth, reaching miles into the sky, mixed with vast plumes of smoke, making the sky look like it was on fire, glinting with a perilous dark red glow.

This was the true Doomsday; the sound of explosions caused the hearts of all those present to surge, feeling shocked and indescribably exhilarated.

Feeling the scent of char in the air, Kulika’s pupils contracted slightly. He looked up at the sky, seeing through the melting clouds, the majestic corner of the Battleship could barely be discerned. The Demon Descendants on this continent, initially seen as mere natives to him, had somehow unearthed such a dangerous weapon during the millennia of wandering.

However…

Until now, what concerned him more was another question.

Had the monster finally died?

The answer to the question didn’t trouble him for long, for when that nightmare-like, horrifyingly exaggerated laughter echoed from underground, every face on the battlefield changed instantly!

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