As the golden light faded, the skies above the Qingyun Sect remained shrouded in heavy clouds, and the air was thick with a suffocating oppression.
The surviving Demon race soldiers looked at each other in dismay, still trembling with residual fear. They had never witnessed such a bizarre attack, nor could they comprehend how a mere stone tablet could unleash such formidable power.
"Young Lord, what should we do now?" a Demon race soldier asked with trembling trepidation, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward the stone tablet that still emitted a faint golden glow.
Chapter 38