127: There really aren't a single one left!

More Demonic Evils surged frantically out of those dozen or so spatial rifts like a bursting black flood.

The forms of these Demonic Evils were even more bizarre, and their auras were even more powerful.

That terrifying power blended together, forming a suffocating pressure that blanketed the entire square.

At this moment, even the members of the Eternal Life Cult felt a deep-seated fear in their hearts.

They looked at Chen Nian with faces full of incomprehension and horror.

They couldn't understand at all what this guy was trying to do.

Summoning such a terrifying army of Demonic Evils—wasn't he afraid of playing with fire and getting burned?

At the same time, an absurd thought uncontrollably sprouted in the depths of their hearts.

Chen Nian hadn't killed them directly but had instead made them summon Demonic Evils.

Did this mean that as long as they were obedient, they might have a chance to survive?

Once this thought appeared, it grew wildly like weeds.

They could only pray that after Chen Nian killed all these Demonic Evils, he would let them go.

Chen Nian naturally didn't know what these ants were thinking, nor did he have any interest in knowing.

At this moment, his entire attention was focused on the dense black army of Demonic Evils before him.

In his vision, these weren't terrifying monsters, but shiny white points.

The number of Demonic Evils this time was truly massive, and among them were many powerful individuals.

Using those red threads from before to reap them wave by wave would be far too inefficient.

He couldn't be bothered to wave his hand over and over again.

With a single thought,

Chen Nian's body slowly rose into the air.

He floated above the square, his robes fluttering even though there was no wind.

Immediately after, a power completely different from the previous blood-colored threads erupted from within him.

"Crackling—!"

Dazzling purple lightning surged frantically across the surface of his body, letting out crisp explosive pops.

Countless fine purple lightning snakes radiated out from his body in all directions, making him look like a God of Thunder presiding over divine punishment.

A violent, destructive, and extremely Yang aura instantly filled the entire space.

Seeing this scene, all the Eternal Life Cult members present were once again stunned into silence.

"Thun... Thunder power?!"

"He... He's actually also a Lightning Spell Cultivator?!"

"How is this possible? Blood Dao and Lightning Spells—two completely different powers—and he's reached the peak of both?!"

The voices of discussion were filled with unbelievable terror and shock.

If the blood-colored threads Chen Nian showed before made them feel eerie and horrified,

Then at this moment, the magnificent thunderous majesty erupting from him made them feel a tremor and awe from the deepest part of their Souls.

It was the instinctive trembling of a lower life form facing a higher life form.

It wasn't just the members of the Eternal Life Cult.

Even those Demonic Evils that had just surged out of the rifts and were preparing to wreak havoc all stopped their movements.

In their crimson eyes, the emotion called "fear" appeared for the first time.

These naturally foul creatures had a natural dread of lightning, a power of ultimate Yang.

And the thunderous power radiating from Chen Nian's body far exceeded their understanding in its purity and violence.

That wasn't mortal lightning; it was the Divine Lightning of Heavenly Punishment, capable of purifying all the filth in the world!

"Roar—!"

"Wail—!"

Some low-tier Demonic Evils were even so terrified by this aura that they trembled, prostrated themselves on the ground, and let out fearful whimpers.

Still others had already begun to retreat uncontrollably, seemingly wanting to flee back into the spatial rifts they came from.

However, how could Chen Nian give them that chance?

"Wanting to escape?"

"Not a chance!"

He whispered, the smile on his face growing more pronounced.

The next second, he raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and gave a light wave toward the black ocean of Demonic Evils below.

"Rumble—!"

In an instant, the world went silent.

Endless purple lightning, originating from Chen Nian's palm, turned into a violent waterfall of electricity that crashed down.

It was no longer individual bolts of lightning, but a purple sea composed of destruction.

Wherever the sea of lightning passed, space distorted and vibrated violently.

Those Demonic Evils, who were just moments ago acting with overwhelming ferocity, were as insignificant as dust before this sea of lightning.

They were struck with panic, wanting to run, wanting to howl, wanting to resist.

In the end, they could do nothing.

The speed at which the lightning sea descended surpassed their reactions.

They couldn't even complete a single movement before their bodies were completely submerged by that violent thunderous power.

There were no explosions, no flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Before those purple bolts of lightning, the sturdy bone armor, tough physical bodies, and even the evil Souls of these Demonic Evils were instantly electrolyzed, turning directly into the most primitive particles.

For a time, the entire square turned into a purple purgatory.

They fled, wailed, and screamed, but they couldn't make a sound.

Because the moment they touched the lightning, their very existence had been wiped from this world.

Their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, not even a trace was left behind.

Seeing this scene of divine punishment, the surviving members of the Eternal Life Cult had completely lost the ability to think from fear.

They slumped on the ground, looking up at the figure wrapped in lightning in the sky with eyes that saw him as a god, or a devil.

However, Chen Nian ignored their shock.

Because in his mind, the System's notifications were rapidly refreshing again.

[Ding! Killed a Third-Tier Demon, gained 752 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Third-Tier Demon, gained 895 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fourth-Tier Fiend, gained 1336 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fourth-Tier Fiend, gained 1591 points!]

[Ding! Killed...]

The numbers on the points panel were soaring at an unprecedented speed.

Chen Nian was very satisfied with this.

In less than a dozen breaths of time,

The army of Demonic Evils, enough to make any Sect pale with fear, had been swept clean.

The purple lightning slowly dissipated, revealing Chen Nian's unscathed figure.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence.

A thick smell of ozone permeated the air, and on the ground, besides the bloodstains and shredded meat left behind earlier, not a single shadow of a Demonic Evil could be seen; it was excessively clean.

The members of the Eternal Life Cult were still slumped on the ground, their bodies shaking like sieves.

They looked at Chen Nian in the sky; they were no longer looking at a person, but at a deity walking the mortal world, an Asura who dominated life and death.

Just then, Chen Nian slowly descended from the sky.

His boots stepped on the solid ground, making a soft sound, but in everyone's ears, this sound was louder than thunder.

He spoke, his tone carrying a hint of wanting more.

"Are there any more? Keep releasing them."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Eternal Life Cult members shuddered violently, nearly fainting.

More?

Keep going?

The Gold-Robed Man struggled to raise his head, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying, his voice humble to the point of being in the dust.

"Re... Reporting to my Lord... there truly... truly are no more..."

His voice was trembling, for fear that a single wrong word would bring down that world-destroying thunderous punishment.

"This... this is already all the Demonic Evils we can summon... really... not even one is left..."

Hearing this, Chen Nian shook his head with some disappointment.

"Then that really is a pity."

When the Eternal Life Cult members heard this, an even more ominous premonition immediately rose in their hearts.

Sure enough, a second later, Chen Nian shifted his gaze from those empty spatial rifts and let it fall back on them.

"Then next,"

"It's your turn."