Under the dim sky, that striking scarlet blood waterfall reflected on the shocked faces of everyone present, a killing intent quietly creeping into their hearts.
Only when Jiang Shu broke the spatial shackles, and the headless corpse of Lord Heavenly Phoenix toppled over, crashing into the canyon below, with torrents of blood forming streams, did the onlookers suddenly realize what had transpired.
"Gasp..."
Members of the Demon Sect and Demon Clan stared fixedly at the still warm Divine Martial body of the Heavenly Phoenix, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads, their lips quivering uncontrollably.
The once awe-inspiring Demon Clan Lord, reduced in an instant to this miserable state of death, was such a stark contrast that it was almost impossible for them to believe their own eyes.
