Chapter 881 — The Firmament's Legitimate Heir
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
In the very instant these gods and demons conceived their killing intent, the first god-demon had already fallen. His eyes, once radiant with vitality, went hollow in a mere blink, their luster vanishing without a trace. His body remained intact, yet his breathing ceased in an instant, as if some terrifying power had hollowed out his primordial spirit in the blink of an eye, making his death impossibly swift.
But the other gods and demons were lunging toward Shen Mu, and no one noticed him. Yet in the next instant, the second god-demon's eyes dimmed, his charging figure becoming a falling one.
Then, in another instant, the third god-demon, the fourth.
. . By the time the first Lord of the Heavens to reach Shen Mu unleashed his divine ability, the sound of god-demons collapsing one after another came from behind him.
He turned to look, his gaze blank. The Lords of the Heavens of the Northern Skies were like a string of afterimages left behind as he leaped through the air.
These figures were falling one after another, their palms outstretched, their eyes turned a ghastly white, their faces bearing expressions of unspeakable horror.
"Xiao Tubo. . .
" The last surviving god-demon had barely spoken these words when darkness suddenly filled his vision.
Within that darkness, butterfly-shaped flames of light appeared, bursting outward to both sides in dazzling splendor. It was an eye that radiated a terrifying beauty, yet was filled with demonic nature.
The eye glanced at him once, and his consciousness was gone. Thud.
The last corpse fell.
The remaining Lords of the Heavens showed expressions of panic and retreated one after another, but it was too late.
A Lord of the Heavens suddenly had his soul drained.
His hands clutched his own throat, his mouth gaped open, his tongue protruded, and he knelt down, lifeless. Then the second Lord of the Heavens, the third Lord of the Heavens.
The others fell into immense panic, fleeing in all directions, yet death followed like a shadow, like maggots clinging to bone, taking their lives one after another.
"Mahakala, save me! " A Lord of the Heavens let out a shrill cry in the darkness. The cry cut off abruptly, and he became a corpse falling from the sky, limply crashing onto the earth.
But Mahakala did not open his eyes. He had long anticipated what was happening in the darkness, yet the defeat of "Yutianzun" this time had resolved him to sacrifice these old subordinates and not intervene at all. Not all the Lords of the Heavens had harbored killing intent toward Shen Mu, yet death seemed not to care whether they had.
This Demon King who controlled death merely stubbornly harvested souls according to the Xiao Tubo Pact they had signed. Anyone who had signed the Xiao Tubo Pact and had not, according to their wager with the Woodcutter Sage, merged the Northern Skies into Jingping, would all be dealt with by him! In the pool of blood, Shen Mu's white bones were still generating flesh and blood.
The youth weakly raised his palm, wanting to spare some Lords of the Heavens to become fighting strength for the kingdom of Jingping, but he was truly too weak. In the battle with "Yutianzun," the opponent's explosive Dao-entering ultimate art had reached twenty-eight heavens. This was an existence who had nearly mastered all the ancient gods' great Daos and whose Dao realm had reached twenty-eight heavens. That he could fight the opponent to death relied on having gathered the fruits of Jingping's reforms into one body, and on his mana being far more profound than the opponent's.
Even so, he had nearly been beaten by the opponent until both form and spirit were annihilated. Now, he no longer had the strength to stop another version of himself.