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As the words fell, the Three Great Demon Kings transformed into streaks of fleeing light, racing towards the heavens without any concern for whether their unrestrained cultivation might provoke a backlash from the forces of heaven and earth.
A feeling of doubt arose in the minds of a few local deities, but in the very next moment, they understood the source of the Three Great Demon Kings' panic.
High above the Primal Chaos Realm's firmament, a dead and silent moon, unbeknownst to anyone, had replaced the original moon, its pale moonlight casting down upon the land as though proclaiming the decay of all creatures.
The Sky High Plateau crumbled slowly under this moonlight, leaving only a Divine Tree with roots spreading into the void.
The magnificent divine nation that had stood on Ying Island for tens of thousands of years, comparable to a grotto heaven, was completely annihilated by this strike.
"Escape!"
