One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 615 - 493 This is Our World_2

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And all of it was orchestrated by Su Heng.

Such terrifying destructive power.

Ji Huaxi felt as if streams of electricity were creeping up her spine, her cheeks heating up. Her mind blanked, and for a moment she found herself speechless.

"Amitabha!" Ban Poluo wore a sycophantic glint, "The might of my lord is immeasurable, plucking stars and exchanging moons is nothing. However, there are still some remnants of the Demon Descendants, does my lord have any plans for them?"

Following the direction of Ban Poluo's finger, one could see in the scorched sky, within the pitch-black smoke that swirled like a tornado.

Streams of silver radiance, like droplets, dispersed in all directions.

At a rough glance.

There were thousands of these tiny droplets.

Su Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, even without using spiritual power.

Merely with his formidable eyesight, he could see clearly that those silver droplets were actually streamlined escape pods, their design bearing a sci-fi touch. In the final moments of the Revenge Goddess's downfall, the crew had offered the hope of escape to those young and vibrant clansmen.

To hand over the only remaining hope amid life-and-death crises.

It must be said.

Purely in terms of war potential.

The Demon Descendant race was indeed extraordinary.

But the more they were so, the easier they were all wiped out.

"Snap!"

Su Heng lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

A deep red, narrow fissure opened behind him, and Li Hongxiu with a frosty face walked out from it.

"My lord!" She clasped her hands together, hovering beside Su Heng.

Su Heng pointed towards the falling silver specks and said, "Those things are yours to deal with, make sure to clean them all up, there's no need to intentionally spare any survivors."

Li Hongxiu followed the direction of Su Heng's pointing finger.

Bolstered by the Spirit Void Dao Wood, even though it was just a projection here, Li Hongxiu's spiritual power was also formidable.

She already knew what had just happened, and now with a resolute look, she replied decisively, "Understood!"

Li Hongxiu turned and left.

The fissure did not close, and soon enough, the massive projection of the Spirit Void Dao Wood appeared on the other side of the sky.

Then, a large number of Flying Dragons flapped their wings, swooping down from the high skies, strange insects and Demons emerged in droves, forming a tidal wave. Besides, there were Demon Cultivators and Dragon Guards, among them not lacking Heavenly King Realm powerhouses. These people cultivated in the Blood Realm, comprehended the Cultivation Techniques left by Su Heng, and traded for cultivation resources, all of which were a huge burden to the Blood Realm.

Heeding the advice given by Su Heng, during the time of his closed-door cultivation.

Li Hongxiu had established a detailed system of rewards and merits within the Blood Realm, with resources necessary for cultivation exchanged for merits. Creatively, the tasks to earn merits had to be completed by venturing into the Eternal Heavens to gather materials or by hunting down powerful Demons, which came with high risks.

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But now.

Merely by hunting the weaker young Demon Descendants,

One could exchange for a massive amount of resources for cultivation from Li Hongxiu, igniting the interest of these Cultivators.

At this moment, they desperately enclosed them, like a pack of wolves on a hunt, and in the blink of an eye, bright orange sparks burst forth in the sky.

The young Demon Descendants had not escaped far when one by one, they were beheaded, their heads taken as trophies.

Su Heng's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, merely glancing before retracting his gaze.

On the desolate plains before him.

Seven or eight powerful auras were speeding over.

These were the remaining Realm Lord Realm powerhouses of the Demon Descendants, all converging together at this moment.

Su Heng disregarded the trivial struggles of the young Demon Descendants, but these Realm Lords were without a doubt big fish.

In the instant that the Revenge Goddess crashed, they were already locked onto by Su Heng's spiritual power. In the past, they could evade detection using special methods, but now, Su Heng's spiritual power had grown even stronger and, coupled with the immense attraction of the All Things Return to One Path, once locked onto by him, there was no chance of escape.

They seemed to realize this as well.

A desperate attempt now might create some opportunity for their kin.

At this stage, sorrow was beyond heartbreak.

There was nothing more to say, with both sides left only with hatred, no need for words to convey, war was about to ignite.

"I admire your determination, but alas, determination won't reverse anything," Su Heng spoke calmly, looking up, as golden light descended from the sky. Amidst the dark clouds, a golden-haired, winged, muscular, androgynous Demon Descendant Warrior with a sword plunged downward, his face portrayed moving anger.

Boom!

Su Heng raised his hand and pointed.

A beam of golden light burst out, enveloping it.

The latter turned into a black silhouette, layers fading, like paper caught in a raging fire, vanishing in an instant.

This was the might of the Demon Dragon at its peak, a tested wielder of Destruction Power, yet with just one glance, it was instantly annihilated, and throughout it all, Su Heng maintained an indifferent expression.

Bang!

Another burly, muscle-bound warrior leapt high, punching down.

He howled, his hair and beard standing on end, a huge platinum phantom appearing behind him.

Su Heng likewise raised his fist to meet the punch.

With a "Pfft!" muffled sound, the originally solid platinum statue was instantly destroyed and torn apart by the violent air currents, along with the ground beneath it, forming a massive trench thousands of meters long and hundreds wide. Su Heng leisurely retracted his arm, while the warrior in front of him was frozen in midair, blood seeping from facial orifices.