The gentle breeze blew, scattering the dust that filled the sky.
The sight of the massive, tens of thousands of zhang deep pit on the ground was shocking, resembling a mysterious black hole that instilled fear.
Buried under the rubble in the pit, Feng Wuchen lay motionless.
"Feng Brother!"
"Alliance Hierarch!"
"Hall Master!"
Looking at the still and silent pit, the crowd began to shout in panic.
"Overestimating your own abilities! You thought you were so formidable, daring to challenge the Devil Monarch!" Mo Qi sneered with schadenfreude.
With a sinister laugh, Demon Cauldron said, "The Devil Monarch is unmatched, peerless. Did you really think that someone who has awakened Divine Power could contend with the Devil Monarch? Ridiculous."
"Having suffered such a terrifying attack from the Devil Monarch, even if he's not dead, that kid must be seriously injured!" Elder Demon Wind sneered, his previous worries instantly vanishing.
