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Gray mist rose from the coffin.

His body also disintegrated in the gray fog.

Boom!

A muffled heartbeat came from the black coffin.

It triggers resonance in everyone's chest cavity.

Boom!

Another sound.

The sound disregarded the barriers of space and resounded directly deep within the souls of every living being.

The air movement stopped.

The basin was completely surrounded by demons.

Their bodies began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

The manic frenzy induced by the drug in their crimson eyes was fading.

A sense of fear overwhelmed them.

This fear is etched into the very source of one's bloodline.

Click... Click...

The cracking sounds of bones being crushed by an invisible force echoed one after another.

Hundreds and thousands of demons, regardless of their rank, knelt down at the same time.

Their bodies were pressed tightly against the ground, prostrate on the ground, not daring to even lift their heads.

It is an absolute surrender that originates from the very source of life.

"This...this is..."

The smile on the serpentine woman's face gradually faded.

The color drained completely from her face, leaving only a deathly pale complexion, and she could feel the oppressive aura emanating from it.

Are you kidding me? What kind of monster is this...?

The smile on Yan Yu's face also disappeared.

An overwhelming pressure descended upon him, making him feel as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

It was as if the sky had collapsed, pinning him firmly to the spot, unable to move.

His once-proud speed became the most pathetic joke at this moment.

He felt like a fly that had strayed into a spider's web, bound by invisible threads, with no choice but to wait for the end.

In complete silence.

Chen Guan's figure had completely disappeared into the gray mist, and the heavy black coffin lid slowly opened a crack on its own.

A wisp of mist seeped out from the crack.

Immediately afterwards, a gaze swept out from the gap.

Although its eyes were not visible, it instilled a chilling sense of being watched in all the creatures present.

That gaze contained none of the emotions that life should have.

It swept over the demons crawling on the ground, over the seriously injured students, and over the dying Li Yan.

Finally, it fell on Yan Yu.

The moment Yan Yu was locked onto by that gaze, she felt an exceptionally clear sense of being watched, and all the demonic power in her body fell into a deathly silence.

He was horrified to discover that his ethereal state, which made him immune to most attacks, had been forcibly dispelled.

His body was firmly locked in the real dimension.

Every inch of flesh and blood, every cell, is exposed to the scrutiny of this gaze.

He wanted to escape, to turn into a shadow and disappear.

But his body was so stiff that he couldn't control it.

【? ? ? ? 】

[Holy crap, what was that heartbeat sound just now?]

[Don't speak, I have a feeling something terrible is about to happen...]

After a brief burst of comments, the screen fell into an unprecedented silence.

Everyone held their breath, even the viewers in another dimension dared not disturb the one who was about to awaken from the coffin.

What happened next was beyond the comprehension of everyone present.

As all eyes turned to him, a hand emerged from a crack in the coffin.

It was a pale, slender hand.

Its joints are distinct, and its lines are so perfect that they seem otherworldly.

Then, a figure slowly emerged from the black coffin.

It was a human-shaped silhouette formed by thick gray mist.

The fog swirled and rolled, making it impossible to see its face.

There is only a vague head shape, without any trace of facial features.

If the previous coffin was a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, it carried a certain amount of human warmth and life.

The faceless figure before us is nothingness itself in motion.

Utterly devoid of warmth, unknown, carrying an indifference akin to looking down upon ants.

The gray mist enveloping his head shifted slightly.

An invisible gaze emanated from within, completely locking onto Yan Yu.

Yan Yu made a dry, hoarse sound from her throat, the air struggling within it, but unable to form a complete syllable.

He wanted to beg for mercy, he wanted to ask questions.

But under that godlike gaze, all that remained in my heart was endless regret.

He initially thought she was just a lucky one who had made a pact with a demon god, like the little girl who had previously visited the demon realm, and he was unwilling to make enemies with her.

Unexpectedly, the other party was "He" himself.

No, you should have said you were carrying this thing in your coffin earlier!

If you had said so earlier, even if the Demon God had ordered him to come, he would have resolutely refused to come to this lousy Huaqing!

He, which was almost entirely composed of mist, moved.

He simply raised his pale hand that was resting on the edge of the coffin, and gently clenched his fingers in Yan Yu's direction.

In the distance, Yan Yu's handsome face was frozen in horror.

His body, starting from his fingertips, melted into the mist.

"beg……"

The words of pleading had barely left his lips, before he could utter a second syllable, when Yan Yu turned into gray mist and gathered again before him.

His entire demonic existence thus became an illusion that never happened.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

The serpentine demon beside them was terrified when she saw this.

She let out a heart-wrenching scream, her body turning into a wisp of black smoke as she fled desperately into the distance.

He watched her fleeing figure, and with a wave of his hand, the long sword flew to his side.

An Changqing's eyes widened. That was his sword! His!

The connection between him and the sword remained unchanged. He could feel that in His hands, the original obscurity between him and the sword was being gradually erased.

The figure that emerged from the coffin easily resolved the trouble he was facing.

Then, he saw the figure in the coffin point a finger, and the sword that originally belonged to him flew out.

The serpentine banshee, which had sped a hundred meters, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Then, just like Yan Yu, he was completely and silently erased from head to toe.

The comments section completely stopped.

At this moment, the whole world receded into the background, leaving only the figure emerging from the coffin.

He turned around.

The gray mist, devoid of facial features, turned towards Li Yan, who was kneeling on the ground.

His life force was so weak that it could be extinguished at any moment.

The faceless silhouette formed by gray mist turned around.

The head, devoid of facial features, faced Li Yan, who was kneeling on the ground.

His life force had waned to the last thread.

An Changqing's heart stopped beating.

He had just recovered from the godlike power, the image of the two demon generals being easily wiped out still etched in his mind.

At that moment, he had only one thought left.

What is He going to do to His teacher?

The other party seemed to have been summoned by Chen Guan.

But the minds of the gods are unpredictable, and An Changqing dared not be certain at all.

The excruciating pain in Long Ao's chest was suppressed by an even deeper fear.

He used all his strength, carving deep furrows into the muddy ground with his palms.

He tried to make a sound, but no sound came out of his throat.

Don't……

Stop hitting teachers...

Su Yuehe leaned against the coffin, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, bleeding without her noticing.

Her mind went blank.

The logical world she constructed using her knowledge-based superpowers was shattered in the face of this inhuman being.

Under everyone's gaze, He stretched out that pale hand.

A wisp of gray mist drifted from His fingertips, floating lightly, and landed on the two hideous blood holes in Li Yan's chest and abdomen.

it's over...

[No! Please don't kill our Teacher Li...]

What is he going to do?

Please, please save Chen Guan!

After a brief silence, the comments section erupted with even more desperate pleas.

The audience watched helplessly as the god of death unleashed his gray mist upon the man who had given everything for his students.