118: The Dark Dragon is dead, now it's your turn!

For a moment, the entire cavern fell into a near-stagnant silence.

Time seemed to have frozen, and space solidified into a block of iron.

Whether it was the members of the Spiritual Energy Bureau in the distance or the deep-sea Demonic Evils nearby, all living creatures stood rooted to the spot, motionless, like puppets whose Souls had been drained.

One could hear a pin drop.

Only on the massive, headless Dragon corpse did warm blood continue to gurgle, mixing with shattered tissue, silently proclaiming the end of a monarch.

Who knows how much time had passed.

The deathly silence was finally broken, and the discussion, suppressed to the extreme, erupted like a burst dam.

"D-dead?"

"The Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon... just like that... died?"

"One punch... then another punch... the Dragon head was blown apart directly..."

"This is a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil, can even a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil be killed with one punch?"

"My god... am I dreaming? Is this really something a human can do?!"

"This is no longer a question of whether he is strong; this is a god, a deity walking among Mortals!"

At this moment, every Special Agent present was trembling slightly.

That was not out of fear, but because of an indescribable excitement mixed with extreme exhilaration and awe.

They were Special Agents of the Spiritual Energy Bureau, having witnessed countless powerful psychics and terrifying Demonic Evils.

They had a clear understanding of the Rank of power.

However, everything happening before their eyes had completely shattered their worldview, trampling the common sense they prided themselves on underfoot and crushing it repeatedly.

That was a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil!

It was a terrifying existence capable of overturning several large cities single-handedly!

But now?

From the moment this man appeared to the Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon losing its head, how many minutes had passed in total?

Two punches.

Merely two punches.

The first punch, unstoppable, shattered the Dragon breath, broke the Dragon armor, snapped the Dragon claws, and blasted it away, severely injuring it.

The second punch, crisp and clean, extinguishing the Soul and seizing the spirit, directly blew apart that arrogant Dragon head!

The entire process was so fast that one's mind couldn't keep up, and so powerful that it induced despair.

The entire process was crisp, clean, and unstoppable, even carrying a heart-palpitating sense of ease and relaxation.

This was no longer a battle.

This was a battle without any suspense... a crushing defeat!

They looked at Chen Nian's tall, straight back; their original shock and horror had been completely sublimated and purified, eventually transforming into a near-fanatical faith.

That was the instinctive worship of the weak for the absolute strong, the ultimate awe of a Mortal looking up at a deity.

Quite different from the fanatical wave stirred up by the Spiritual Energy Bureau members, on the other side of the cavern, the surviving deep-sea Demonic Evils could only be described by one word at this moment.

That is—doomsday!

A complete and utter doomsday had arrived.

Their thoughts had stagnated, their Souls were filled with immense fear, and then ground into powder.

They looked at the monarch's corpse that was slowly dissipating, and then at the back of the man whose clothes were not even ruffled.

A cold feeling called "despair" poured down from the tops of their heads, instantly permeating every cell in their bodies.

It was over.

They were all finished.

That supreme Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon, who had ruled this sea area for nearly a thousand years, the symbol of invincibility in their hearts, had just been blown apart alive by a human using only fists.

This fact was more cruel than any torture, directly destroying all their morale and will.

They were just mocking this human for overestimating himself?

They were just looking forward to the Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon tearing him into pieces?

Looking back now, how ridiculous, how foolish that was.

All the Demonic Evils huddled in the shadows of the corners, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind.

In their scarlet eyes, ferocity and brutality had long since vanished without a trace, leaving only the purest, most primitive fear.

They didn't even dare to breathe, fearing that making any noise would attract the attention of that god-demon.

Just in this deathly silence of despair, a figure moved.

It was a burly fish-man Demonic Evil, covered in dark cyan scales, which appeared to be of high status.

It seemed to be a Cadre among the remaining Demonic Evils.

Under the terrified gaze of all its companions, it walked shakily out of the shadows, and then with a "thump," knelt heavily on the ground on both knees.

It did not look up, but instead prostrated its entire upper body, using an extremely humble posture, pressing its forehead firmly against the cold, damp ground.

"G-great powerhouse!"

Its voice was full of trembling and obsequiousness, every word revealing a desire to survive.

"All of this... all of this is the Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon's fault!"

"It was its stubbornness, its ambition to invade the land that committed such a monstrous crime!"

"We... we were all forced!"

"We are just the lowliest servants under its command, we dared not resist its will; if we disobeyed its orders even slightly, we would be devoured by it!"

The voice of this Demonic Evil Cadre grew louder and more shrill, as if it wanted to pour out all its grievances.

"We are not of one heart with it, we have absolutely no covetous heart for the land, I beg the great powerhouse to discern the truth!"

Seeing this, the other Demonic Evils reacted instantly.

That's right! Beg for mercy!

This is the only way to survive!

"Thump!" "Thump!" "Thump!"

For a time, the sound of kneeling echoed throughout the cavern.

Hundreds of deep-sea Demonic Evils of various forms, no matter how ferocious and violent they were before, were now like docile sheep, scrambling to kneel on the ground, kowtowing frantically towards Chen Nian.

"I beg you, Lord, spare our lives! We were all forced!"

"We are willing to submit! We are willing to offer you eternal loyalty!"

"Yes, Lord, we are very useful, we know this sea area like the back of our hand, we can find all the Treasure Troves and all the secrets for you!"

"As long as you can spare us, we are willing to be your most loyal dogs and clear all obstacles for you!"

Noisy pleas for mercy, pledges of loyalty, and wailing mixed together, turning this cavern into an incredibly comical and humble scene of surrender.

They used every word to belittle themselves and exalt Chen Nian, trying to demonstrate their final utility value.

The waves of sound gathered, full of humility and begging, a stark contrast to their ferocious and clamoring posture just a moment ago.

Chen Nian slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping calmly over the sea of kneeling Demonic Evils.

His face showed no emotion at all; instead, a playful, coldly mocking smile appeared.

"Do you know to beg for mercy now?" His voice was not loud, but it clearly suppressed all the noise, reaching the ears of every Demonic Evil, causing their pleas to pause instantly.

There was indeed a smile on his face, but there was no warmth in that smile, only endless banter and mockery.

He looked around at the Demonic Evils kneeling below, making a fool of themselves.

"Do you know to submit now?"

"When you were mocking me just now, saying you wanted to kill me, saying I was doomed, you weren't like this."

As his words fell, the temperature of the entire cavern seemed to drop by tens of degrees suddenly.

All the Demonic Evils who were wailing and begging for mercy stopped abruptly, as if their throats had been gripped by an invisible hand.

A chill, even more piercing than when they faced the death of the Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon earlier, instantly swept across the scene.

All the Demonic Evils raised their heads violently, the color drained from their faces, and immense fear caused their features to twist.

"No... Lord, this is all a misunderstanding..."

"We can explain, that is not what we meant..."

"Please spare us..."

The Demonic Evils still wanted to argue, but their voices were trembling uncontrollably.

However, Chen Nian had lost the patience to listen to their nonsense.

"Too late!"

"The Abyssal Sea Dark Dragon is dead, now it's your turn!"