The Heavenly Demon Law Domain slowly shattered, like ice shells under the sun continuously melting and collapsing.
The souls that had been sacrificed and then controlled by the Necrocontroller Demon were thereby liberated and dissipated.
They had long since died, and now only resentment and hatred remained, these dark mists swept away by the wind, dissipating into the vast snowy dust.
The Necrocontroller Demon, sliced in half, dissolved in midair, large scales falling and turning into a strange scale-skin fluttering in the wind, only a deep purple core, like a heart, intact.
An Jing stepped forward and took the Demon Pivot from the dead Necrocontroller Demon's remains in his hand.
Just like before, countless mournful voices rose in his ears, pleading, wailing.
Anyone with compassion would be moved, hesitating in their heart.
But An Jing remained unmoved, because blood and iron do not heed cries, because fate has no mercy.
All was as it should be.
