As the maniacal laughter rang out, at that moment, all the human survivors on Earth saw the demonic sword shadow hanging overhead, steadily approaching.

Some are in despair, believing that the end of the world has come and that humanity has no chance of winning. Others feel that the outcome is still uncertain and there may still be hope, so they should give it a shot.

However, even if some extraordinary individuals flew up to check the situation, they were all suppressed by that aura. They couldn't even see the situation in the starry river, let alone soar into the sky.

At this moment, Young Master Wang's resolute brows were tightly furrowed, making him appear particularly hesitant.

Despite his boasting that his Dao heart was as hard as iron and that he had no concern for the extinction of humanity, in reality, the moment the demonic sword launched its attack, his heart was already in his throat, and his fists were already clenched tightly without him even realizing it...

"Fuck your grandma!"

In the blink of an eye, seeing that the Demon Lord of Desire showed no sign of stopping his probing, Wang Zheng couldn't help but curse loudly. He then stomped several times in the void and appeared out of thin air beneath the demonic sword energy ball.

Two not-so-thick arms were held firmly in front of him to prevent the energy beam from falling directly down.

However, this violent dark energy was not so easy to resist. The chaotic spiritual energy wrapped around his hands disappeared rapidly, and the spiritual light and candle flames surrounding him had no effect whatsoever.

He could only watch helplessly as the seemingly impenetrable pillar of light pressed down on him, its energy tearing his arms apart inch by inch, crushing him with unstoppable force!