Xuanming's face was heavy.
At the time of the incident, both he and Vermilion Bird weren't here. By the time they returned to the Desolate Domain, they witnessed this horrifying scene.
A nearly thousand-mile-wide black void stretched across the land like an unsightly scar, half of the Red Blood Mountain range vanished into thin air, along with tens of thousands of the Demon Clan...
After checking the survivors' memories, the extreme terror could be felt even more acutely.
No matter what kind of Demon Creature, it made no difference whether their bloodline was awakened; under that cyan ghostly light, they could only watch helplessly as they turned into nothingness and completely dissipated.
Despair.
Only this thought remained in Xuanming's mind.
Even when facing the combined forces of the Three Saints, he was merely suppressed, never had he felt such intense helplessness!
