21: Did I give you permission to leave?

At this moment, everyone froze in place.

Even time seemed to have completely solidified.

Wang Hu's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes bloodshot and bulging as he stared fixedly at Chen Nian's position.

What had he just seen?

Breaking the Heart-Devouring Old Demon's 'Heart-Devouring Demon Silk' was already inconceivable enough.

But now, the Heart-Devouring Old Demon had actually been blown apart by a single punch!

He had directly transformed into a mist of blood that filled the air!

One punch.

With just a single punch.

What kind of brutal, unreasonable, and terrifying power was this!

Is this guy even fucking human?

It wasn't just Wang Hu and the people from the Spiritual Energy Bureau whose minds went blank from the shock.

At this moment, the surviving evil cultivators of the Heart-Worshipping Cult were even more terrified, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering at the sight of this hellish scene.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably and violently, their teeth chattering frantically with a 'clatter-clatter' sound.

Fear, like the most bone-chilling cold current, instantly overwhelmed their reason.

That was the Heart-Devouring Old Demon!

He was the great existence they had spent countless efforts and sacrificed countless lives to summon from the endless abyss!

He was their supreme faith, the god they took pride in and worshipped!

But now, their god, their everything, had been blown apart before their very eyes by a young man who looked to be barely in his early twenties.

Their faith collapsed.

Their hope was shattered.

How is this possible?

This is absolutely impossible!

"De... Demon..."

One evil cultivator let out a tearful roar, his mental state completely crumbling.

"Run!"

Finally, someone reacted from the extreme horror.

Even the Heart-Devouring Old Demon was insta-killed by a single punch. What other end could small fry like them have besides waiting for death if they stayed here?

They couldn't even muster a single thought of revenge.

In the face of a monster of this level, any resistance was futile.

Flee!

They had to escape this place immediately!

In an instant, all the Heart-Worshipping Cult Evil Cultivators turned around, rushing like madmen in different directions toward the factory's exits and windows.

However, the very moment they took their first steps.

A cold, indifferent voice lazily rang out from behind them.

"Did I give you permission to leave?"

The voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Chen Nian simply gave a casual wave of his hand.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Countless thin, blood-colored threads shot out from his fingertips without warning.

Heart-Devouring Demon Silk!

Those blood-colored threads wove into a giant net of death in the air, whistling sharply as they enveloped the fleeing evil cultivators.

The speed was at the absolute limit!

Puchi!

Puchi!

Puchi!

They didn't even have time to scream.

The moment the evil cultivators' bodies touched the blood-colored threads, they were like tofu sliced by the sharpest blades.

They were directly cut into countless fragments of various sizes.

Blood and internal organs, mixed with severed limbs, scattered all over the floor.

On the factory walls and floor, terrifying deep gashes were left behind, as if a giant beast had savagely clawed at them.

The dozen or so evil cultivators who were thinking of fleeing for their lives just a second ago were now reduced to countless fragments, dead as could be.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Inside the factory, only the heavy, suppressed breathing of the Spiritual Energy Bureau Agents remained.

They looked at Chen Nian, the young man who had just casually waved his hand and instantly erased over a dozen lives.

They hadn't even recovered from the shock of the Heart-Devouring Old Demon's death before being immediately seized by an even deeper fear.

Too terrifying!

Too brutal!

With a flick of his hand, a dozen people were just gone.

The most crucial part was that this young man hadn't even blinked from start to finish.

Not even a trace of emotion could be seen on his face.

It was as if he had just casually swatted a few buzzing mosquitoes.

For a moment, everyone present subconsciously gulped, swallowing their saliva.

The way they looked at Chen Nian had completely changed.

It was no longer the look one gave a powerful colleague, but rather like looking up at a god or demon walking the mortal world.

A single thought grew wildly in the depths of everyone's hearts.

Never, absolutely never offend him!

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak of oppression.

Bang!

The factory door was violently kicked open from the outside.

"Hold on! Reinforcements are here!"

"Where are the Demonic Evils?!"

A large group of Spiritual Energy Bureau Agents in black combat uniforms, holding various Spiritual Energy Weapons, rushed in with tense expressions.

They were prepared for a tragic and fierce battle.

However, when they rushed onto the scene ready to kill, everyone was stunned.

Where were the Demonic Evils?

Where were the Ghouls?

There was only a mess on the ground, broken walls, and... minced meat and pools of crimson blood everywhere.

The entire factory was like a living Hell.

The thick smell of blood stimulated these late-arriving agents, making their stomachs churn.