Chapter 1682

When a Holy Lord Master fought desperately, it was no trivial matter, yet Sebastian's face displayed nothing but disdain. A blindingly sharp light streaked through the air. The Demon Tribe Holy Lord didn't even have time to react before his soul was obliterated, his body collapsing with a thunderous crash. Crimson blood rained down like a waterfall, painting the battlefield in a macabre red. A cold smile tugged at the corners of Sebastian's lips. He then plunged back into the fray without hesitation. Wherever he went, severed limbs and torrents of blood followed, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake. Even Julius and Tibor were momentarily stunned. Despite their status as Transformative Deity Masters, who had lived for millennia and witnessed countless battles, they had never seen such a gruesome yet awe-inspiring scene. It left them deeply shaken. In less than a quarter of an hour, the once-mighty Demon Tribe army, which had numbered over 30 thousand, had been reduced to few