The desolate calamity was too fierce; it was not even on the same level as the immeasurable calamity!
Even Ye Bai paid a considerable price to successfully replicate the Desolate Calamity and accurately hit the Eighth Demon God.
"Don't rush."
Ye Bai spat out a mouthful of blood and said haltingly,
"Let the desolate calamity fly for a while."
Ye Bai wasn't confident in himself, but rather in his third brother, Xiaoyao.
Since Xiaoyao entrusted the Desolate Tribulation to him, it means that Xiaoyao had foreseen a certain possibility.
Ye Bai's desperate gamble turned what was only a slim possibility into reality!
Ye Bai has completed his mission.
The rest... can be left to Xiaoyao!
...
Behind the two, amidst the demonic tide, the severely wounded Eighth Demon God lay on the verge of death.
Only the last bit of the abyss's essence protected His life.
The eighth demon god was trembling all over, dominated by fear, and unable to move his limbs.
He almost died!!
This is the closest the Eighth Demon God has come to death in the past century!
Fortunately, He withstood it!
Given enough time, He will soon be able to...
Just as the Eighth Demon God was thinking this, the whole world seemed to fall silent.
It was as if He had stepped away from the battlefield and entered a separate space where time seemed to slow down considerably.
A butterfly appeared before the Eighth Demon God.
The moment the butterfly appeared, it captured all of His attention.
A black butterfly, suspended in mid-air, speaks human language.
"Perhaps, you are dead?"
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