After a period of battle, a piercing scream suddenly echoed above the clouds.
The scream changed the color of the heavens and earth, the clouds boiled, and the ground trembled, as if some earth-shattering transformation had taken place above the clouds.
At the same time, countless beings waving black Mad Blade banners suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen.
Then, they all fell down.
They died!
All died at the same moment!
The clouds shuddered violently, and then a man wearing a blood-colored crown suddenly descended through them, looking down upon the vast land.
His whole body was wounded, his posture crooked and gasping, in his left hand he held a blood-dripping Slaughter Blade, and in the other held a head, with eyes full of arrogant expression, he proclaimed loudly to the countless Deities below: "Mad Blade has perished under my Slaughter Blade!"
After speaking, he crushed the head in his right hand, leaving only a pile of shattered crystal powder in his palm.
