Crack.
The last Demon Emperor died in fear, his eyes filled with regret.
What was this thing? Why did it casually intercept such an existence that it could not afford to offend? How could there be such a powerful existence in the two worlds?
They had died too unjustly.
It was not only them. The million-strong Demon Race army stationed in the nearby void also suffered and were all killed by the Tree World.
Seeing the unwillingness of the dead Demon Emperor, Song Shi said indifferently, "I wasn't interested in killing you guys to begin with. You're courting death."
The void was silent. The life of the Demon Race withered, leaving only a lush forest.
Song Shi snapped his fingers and did not answer. The flame of life in his hand dissipated as he crossed the forest in a flash and entered the Mystic Spirit Realm.
