The void swayed, space shattering.
Endless storms swept out from the depths.
These storms were stirred up by the Extraterritorial Devils.
There were countless Extraterritorial Devils in the surging airflow.
These Extraterritorial Devils' auras were linked together, forming an earth-shattering array.
Wherever it passed, it was corroded and melted. At first glance, it was horrible and muddy.
At this moment, even a mischievous stone would be contaminated by the surging Devil Qi and turn into a demon.
The Devil Qi circled around Caspian, making a sharp and strange sound. It seemed to be a sinister laugh, a cry, or a roar.
This kind of sound directly invaded people's brains. In just a short moment, it could drive a normal cultivator crazy, so that the Extraterritorial Devil could find a flaw in their souls and then take advantage of the opportunity to enter.
"Too weak."
Caspian shook his head and snorted.
Even though his voice was soft, it carried a majestic immortal king-like aura.
The Demonic Qi around him let out a shrill cry of despair and dissipated.
Caspian flapped his blood-colored wings and charged toward the Extraterritorial Demon army.
No matter how many Extraterritorial Devils there were, they were nothing more than ants in front of him.
Light, flame, water, thunder, and all kinds of magical powers reflected behind Caspian.
Caspian who held the Devil-slaying Spear was like the king of this kind of magical power, sweeping the world at this moment. No one could defeat him.
Crack!
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Extraterritorial Devils exploded.
The Demon-slaying Spear twisted violently.
The green demonic flame swept like a tornado, engulfing the demonic spirit.
Beads of Demonic Cores floated in the air. Caspian opened his mouth and took a deep breath. With a crash, the Demonic Cores converged into a river and poured into his mouth.
The Fundamental Law of a Hunting Whale immediately ran.
Caspian's body suddenly gave off a thunderous sound.
This loud noise shook a large number of the Extraterritorial Devils who were charging at him to death.
Caspian immediately brandished his Fiend Slaying Spear and shattered the thousands of Extraterritorial Devils.
Demonic flames swirled about. They swept out, and all of the Demonic Cores and true spirits were collected.
None of the venerables survived.
They used the magical power of the Sky Devil. They were either fierce or violent like the claws of the Sky Devil, with a ghost head devouring the sun, or turned into seductive beauties, tempting others.
But Caspian didn't even look at them and stabbed them directly.
These Skyfiend Venerables, whose strength even the cultivators did not dare underestimate, immediately exploded one after another.
They couldn't even take one move from Caspian.
It was as if an egg hitting a rock and it had exploded into pieces.
However, Caspian's surging vigor, spiritual Qi, and the sharp Demon-slaying Spear in his hand were getting colder and colder. They were full of indescribable attraction to these murderous demons, making them rush forward like moths to a flame.
Caspian was like a huge furnace in the void.
And these Extraterritorial Devils were the coal that flew into the furnace.
Boom!
The coal was constantly filled, and the flames in the furnace burned more fiercely.
Earth, fire, wind, and all kinds of auspicious signs began to appear around Caspian a few days later.
One day...
Two days...
Three days...
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