"Ah!"
"Ah!"
...
The roars echoing through the Void did not come from the mouths of the Top Ten Demon Generals, but burst out from the crowds stretching densely in all directions, extending toward the endless distance.
The Heavenly Demon Scepter had been ceaselessly devouring the energy of these Void Warriors, and at this moment, as it resisted the striking power of the two Divine Artifacts, what was being devoured from countless Martial Artists was no longer just the Primordial Power in their Dantian.
What they were losing was their Vitality. At this very moment, countless people were rapidly aging—black hair turning white, once youthful and smooth skin constantly sprouting wrinkles, growing more and more shriveled.
There were also countless Martial Artists whose bodies, including all their organs, were aging, waves of pain sweeping through their entire being.
