304: Who gave you permission to speak without my permission?

With a single punch, Chen Nian shattered the 'Abyssal Soul-Destroying Cannon', wiping out the majority of the Demonic Evils in the altar's core area.

Instantly, the entire altar, inside and out, transformed into a bloody hell.

Severed limbs and sticky, filthy blood mingled on the ground. The intense, foul stench was almost palpable.

The few dozen surviving Demonic Evils, including the Eighth-Rank Devouring Curse Demon Marshal, all stood dumbstruck amidst the sea of blood.

Utmost terror gripped their throats, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

They stared at the gruesome sight of their companions instantly reduced to pulp.

Then, their gazes shifted to that pristine figure, unstained by a speck of dust, who stood like a demon god descended upon the world.

Their minds went blank, their very Souls trembling.

This was no battle. This was an absolute, god-like crushing of mere ants!

Chen Nian stood with his foot planted on the Devouring Curse Demon Marshal's head, looking down at him from above.

Seeing Chen Nian focus his attention on the Demon Marshal, the Demonic Evils who had miraculously survived felt a flicker of hope ignite in their hearts—perhaps they could seize this chance to escape!

Several Sixth-Tier Demonic Evils closest to the passageway exchanged glances. In each other's eyes, they saw the same desperate will to survive.

If not now, then when?

Stay here and wait for death?

In the next moment, these Demonic Evils erupted into action simultaneously.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

They explosively unleashed every last shred of their remaining Evil Energy, fleeing for their lives in different directions!

They pushed their speed to the absolute limit, clearly pouring all their remaining strength into escape.

However—

Chen Nian didn't even bother to turn his head to look at the fleeing figures. He simply raised his right hand casually.

Then, with a casual flick of his wrist towards the direction the Demonic Evils had fled—

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh—!!!!!"

A massive number of Blood-colored Silk Threadss—Heart-Devouring Demon Silk—refined to an extreme and radiating sharp, cold glints, instantly erupted!

These threads moved so fast they surpassed the limits of visual perception.

Like a living storm of death, they launched later but arrived first.

Instantly, they caught up to those Demonic Evils who thought they could luckily escape!

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The sound of blades slicing through flesh was so rapid and dense it made one's scalp crawl.

The wild joy and hope on the faces of those Demonic Evils instantly froze solid.

Replacing it was boundless terror and despair!

Their protective Evil Energy barriers were torn apart like paper.

Their sturdy shells and resilient muscles were utterly defenseless against the Heart-Devouring Demon Silk!

Their bodies, carried by the momentum of their run, were precisely sliced and dismembered by the crisscrossing Blood-colored Silk Threadss!

Heads rolled, limbs separated, torsos were cut into dozens of uniform chunks of meat!

Red, white, green...

Mixed with scalding blood, it all splattered out like an exploding watermelon, turning the passageway entrance into a gruesome mess!

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Rank Demonic Evil. Gained 15,552 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil. Gained 21,891 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil. Gained 25,651 points!]

...

The System's notification chime rang crisply.

Chen Nian slowly retracted his hand, as if merely brushing off nonexistent dust from his sleeve.

His icy gaze swept across the remaining Demonic Evils, who were all petrified with terror, their Souls Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

His tone was flat, devoid of any ripple, yet carried an authority that froze one's very Soul:

"Did I permit you to run?"

These words, spoken like a death sentence, rang clearly in the ears of every Demonic Evil!

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The other Demonic Evils who had harbored thoughts of escape were instantly scared out of their wits.

Their legs gave way, and they knelt on the ground in unison!

They pressed their heads firmly against the cold, sticky ground, now covered with the blood and minced flesh of their comrades.

Their bodies trembled violently from extreme fear.

They let out hysterical, incoherent wails and pleas for mercy:

"Spare us, great one! Spare us! We won't dare! We won't dare run again!"

"We were wrong! We admit our fault! We beg you to show mercy! We won't run anymore!"

"We'll stay put! We won't move a muscle! Please, don't kill us!"

Utterly disgraceful, as lowly as ants!

To stay alive, they could trample their last shred of dignity without hesitation.

However, looking down at these Demonic Evils kowtowing like pounding garlic, Chen Nian felt not a shred of pity in his eyes. Instead, a flicker of annoyance passed through them.

"How noisy."

He uttered these words lightly and once again waved his hand casually.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh—!"

Another wave of Blood-colored Silk Threadss materialized out of thin air, like the scythe of death.

They precisely swept towards the Demonic Evils who were crying the loudest and kowtowing the most vigorously!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The pleas for mercy ceased abruptly!

The bodies of those Demonic Evils were instantly sliced into pieces, dying a miserable death!

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Rank Demonic Evil. Gained 14,222 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Rank Demonic Evil. Gained 16,362 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil. Gained 23,117 points!]

...

Chen Nian shook his hand slightly, his tone filled with undisguised disdain and unquestionable authority:

"Did I permit you to speak?"

"It's not your turn yet. Shut up and wait quietly."

Silence!

A deathly stillness instantly enveloped the entire altar!

All the Demonic Evils, including the Devouring Curse Demon Marshal lying on the ground, shuddered in terror and instantly fell as silent as cicadas in winter.

They desperately covered their mouths, not daring to even take a loud breath.

Fearing that the slightest sound would bring about their own demise!

Every Demonic Evil frantically curled up its body, burying its head even lower, trembling like quails in a storm.

The atmosphere in the area was oppressively heavy. The only sounds were the faint trickle of flowing blood.

And the uncontrollable, subtle chattering of teeth from the Demonic Evils, caused by their extreme terror.

Yet, Chen Nian was very satisfied with this.

This was precisely the effect he wanted.

These Abyssal Demons feared power but harbored no virtue.

Only absolute strength and ruthless slaughter could completely subdue them, leaving them not a shred of thought for rebellion.

He paid no more attention to the Demonic Evil foot soldiers kneeling all over the ground, like lambs awaiting slaughter.

His gaze returned to the Devouring Curse Demon Marshal, whom he still had underfoot, also trembling like a sieve.

"Now, it's your turn."

Chen Nian applied slight pressure with his foot, grinding it against the Demon Marshal's hard head, producing horrifying sounds of bone cracking.

"Tell me, what is the real plan behind all this trouble you went through, setting up this bait?"

"What exactly is that so-called Lord of Curses of yours up to right now?"

"My patience is limited. You'd better tell the truth."

The Devouring Curse Demon Marshal, his courage utterly shattered, bore no trace of his former arrogance and madness.

He felt the terrifying power from the foot on his head, as if it could crush his skull at any moment.

Scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, he hastily replied in a trembling, hoarse voice, with utmost humility:

"R... reporting to you, great one! This lowly one will speak! This lowly one will tell you everything! I wouldn't dare utter a single lie!"