From each of the seven demon cities, a column of black light surged upward. Seven shadowy figures, pitch-black and indistinct, emerged, merging divinely with the light of killing, each transforming into a battle demon god.
"It's useless. Without revealing your true forms, you won't affect this divine array in the slightest." The Saintess of the True Wood sat cross-legged atop the light screen, pressing down alongside Meng Degang.
The seven demon gods said nothing, weaving various Dharma Seals, summoning mighty forces from beyond the heavens, shaking the celestial dome.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It was as if a colossal figure, who created heaven and earth, was swinging a giant hammer, smashing against the light screen in the sky. The entire World of Death trembled violently.
In the distant depths of the continent, several powerful beings awakened from their slumber. Silently observing, their immense aura concealed flawlessly; no one could sense their attention.
