Lin Feng turned his head and looked at the Demon Gods once again. His gaze was like two sharp bolts of lightning, seemingly capable of piercing straight through their souls in an instant. He sternly shouted, "Stop harboring any illusions and obediently do as I say!" His sword-like brows were locked together like two blades about to be drawn from their scabbards, radiating a bone-chilling aura. His stern face looked as though it had been carved from millennium-old cold stone, devoid of a single trace of warmth, with every line exuding ruthlessness and resolve.
The Demon Gods plunged into deep despair, their eyes turning blank and helpless. Some of them buried their faces in their hands, squatting on the ground in agony while emitting low whimpers like wounded beasts. The Thunder Demon God, usually such a fierce and imposing figure, was now acting like a wounded little beast, his body trembling ceaselessly as if he were on the verge of collapse. His thick, tree-trunk-like arms wrapped tightly around his head, as if he wanted to shut out this desperate reality entirely. Sweat beads the size of peas rolled down his broad forehead, dripping onto the parched earth below, where they were instantly absorbed, leaving only tiny dark spots.
Other Demon Gods stared blankly up at the sky, their lips chapped and their eyes hollow and vacant, as if begging the heavens for a final shred of mercy. The Soul Demon God had always prided himself on his intelligence and enjoyed considerable pres…
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