In the ruins, one figure after another, all radiating incomparably fierce battle intent, charged into the Void, yet they simply could not change anything. All they did was add a few more wandering dead souls to this hellish world!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The shrill screams had never once ceased.
Seated upon the Black Bone Throne, the Three Demon Lords wore expressions of sorrow and pain, and at this moment, both their eyes slowly closed.
Shi Feng, on the other hand, had a cold smile at the corner of his lips as he looked down upon the three old fellows below. To him, in this instant, it was as if the overall situation had already been decided. That True God Battle Artifact, the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Bell, which he was gripping in his hand, gradually faded.
Very soon, the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Bell looked like a golden thin mist, becoming fainter and fainter, and in the end it completely sank into the Void and disappeared.
