The Demon Emperor Zhan Yuan's fingers were slowly tightening, bright red blood gushing out from the mouths, ears, and noses of the priests and citizens. Their bones creaked under the immense pressure. Clearly, in just a moment, they would explode and die, turning into a mist of blood, and then into nothingness. Huayu City, already in ruins, would utterly become a dead city, forever vanishing in the river of history.
"No!" Han Yan let out a mournful and desperate shout.
She wanted to grip her longsword and risk her life to fight Zhan Yuan with all her might, but unfortunately, her hands kept trembling, unable to muster any strength or break free from the invisible prohibition.
"It's useless. Even if you could've previously broken my Heaven Slaying Demon Path, now you're just an insignificant ant." Zhan Yuan said contemptuously.
