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Bang!
A pair of white light wings exploded into silver blood under a massive, black-scaled palm. The head of a Heavenly Feathered woman burst, her corpse slamming into the ground as the silver ichor sprayed in arcs.
By now, the ground was littered with mountains of Heavenly Feathered corpses, numbering in the tens of thousands. The silver and golden blood they had shed formed rivulets that flowed like streams, reeking of thick, metallic death. Each of the fallen had perished the same way—skulls crushed by overwhelming force. The scene was nothing short of horrifying.
At the peak of this grisly mountain of corpses stood a towering throne, hundreds of meters high, forged from unknown black metal and engraved with intricate, luxurious patterns. Upon it sat a burly, towering great demon king, whose standard form already stood nearly a hundred meters tall.
This great demon king radiated an aura of terror. His body was covered in black-and-red scales, and three pairs of crimson demon horns jutted from his head. A faint look of disappointment twisted his savage face. "The Heavenly Feathered Race is so inflexible. Is it really so hard for them to kneel before me?"
The great demon king lifted his head slightly and looked toward the front, where four demons stood respectfully. Each radiated the aura of the Ninth Demonic Mark, and in their...
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