The demonic flames that erased the void disappeared.
The murderous clouds reappeared.
The black sun hung overhead.
After little tyrant's curses, this battlefield which had just experienced a massacre gradually began to restore itself, with all traces of it being erased.
However, time seemed to have been eternally stopped by a force when the two demons disappeared, little tyrant cursed, and the people of the Nine Regions were about to die.
Therefore …
The people of the Nine Regions were not dead.
The two demons had truly disappeared.
Furthermore, such a disappearance seemed to have severely violated the trend of victory and defeat, and severely challenged the cognition of all living beings. This was the reason why little tyrant, a genius blessed by the universe who had lost his memories, was still able to remain arrogant despite relying on his instincts. Even now, he was still terrified.
While horrified, he subconsciously began to review the battle that he thought was completely in line with his cognition.
Facing the Demon Captain, whom even he found hard to deal with, Xie Tian and the people of the Nine Regions were destined to die.
And the moment the battle began to end, it was also a reflection of this cognition.
Even though there was a reversal that belonged solely to Xie Tian …
For example, he used the time it took for a stick of incense to set up a plan, borrowing the collapse brought by the demonic buddha that had destroyed him to recover, allowing him to survive, and allowing Mo Xiao to successfully enter the Nine Regions Invincible Killing Square Formation.
For example, he used a whole forty-five breaths of time to display that although he was only an Origin Scryer Stage Immortal Venerable, he could rely on his heavenly control of origin energy to fight against the mighty Demon Captain.
However, no matter how amazing these small waves were, they could not stop the surging torrent brought about by the Demon Captain.
Therefore, in the last ninety-eight moments, the enraged Mo Xiao used the process of torturing Xie Tian to epitomize the entire situation.
It could be said that these ninety-eight moments of one-sided abuse were the most realistic portrayal of this battle.
However, when these ninety-eight moments reached the end …
Xie Tian, whose remaining half of his demonic body was beginning to turn into nothingness, stepped on a point that little tyrant had seen before, but had never categorized as usable. With a light pry, he completed an extremely short but time-stagnating reversal.
This point was what Xie Tian was comprehending before Mo Xiao arrived.
At that point in time, Xie Tian was sending the enlightenment that came from chanting sutras to himself, who was sandwiched between the two paths of Buddhism and Devil.
At that point in time, the backlash from killing dozens of demons was like water splashed on boiling oil while chanting sutras.
At that point in time, the blood coffin had created a large mouth and devoured eighty percent of the inexplicable power that blocked him and the word 'truth'.
At that point in time, his desire for life was exploding like never before. He was ready to break through the terrifying shield that prevented him from being sure whether he was himself or not.
At that time, Mo Xiao arrived.
At that moment, he instantly suppressed his desire.
…
Therefore, at that point in time, not only was he in great fear, he was also in great anger.
The moment the battle ended, Mo Xiao returned to the time when Mo Xiao had arrived. It was as if he was furious that he would not let him off even if he ruined his plans.
That was when the Blood Coffin would explode.
As for Mo Xiao and Mo Sun, they were devoured by the explosion of the blood coffin.
It was almost impossible to resist this kind of power.
At the very least, little tyrant would not think about it.
Because he had personally witnessed Dark Blade, who was even more arrogant than him, having his remaining essence of a Great Emperor devoured by the blood coffin.
When his thoughts reached this point, little tyrant, who was still in a state of shock, suddenly shivered.
"I … understand now …"
He did not understand what the blood coffin was, but this battle.
On the whole, this battle seemed very simple, especially when Xie Tian had divided it into three segments.
The first segment, an incense stick's worth of time.
"This incense stick's worth of time is the encounter …"
"If the Demon Captains do not enter the formation, the formation's power will be greatly reduced. Xie Tian did the exact opposite. While everyone was fleeing, he brought up the rear, and used the backlash from the Buddha and Devil to escape, luring the Demon Captains into the formation …"
Little tyrant muttered to himself as he pondered.
If it was just luring the Demon Captains into the formation, this incense stick's worth of time was extremely perfect.
However, he could faintly sense that there was a deeper meaning behind it.
He could only sense it, but he could not understand anything after pondering for a while. He could only suppress his thoughts.
"The second segment, forty-five breaths, is a head-on battle …"
"If the Demon Captains enter the formation, Xie Tian would definitely want to fight them head-on. Only through a head-on battle, would he have the chance to truly comprehend the power of devils …"
"During these forty-five breaths, his comprehension of the power of devils would soar at an unimaginable speed. Otherwise …"
Little tyrant pondered based on his feelings …
"He can at most last three breaths …"
Finally, it was ninety-eight breaths.
"Ninety-eight breaths. That's the time for the other trash Demon to revive. In Xie Tian's plan, not only would this trash Demon's revival not be the final straw that crushes him, it would instead be the only source of power to turn the tables …"
When he thought of this, little tyrant's eyes that looked down upon all things brightened up quite a bit.
If Xie Tian wanted to activate the blood coffin's devouring power, the golden-red formation would change.
And Mo Sun's final move just happened to provide Xie Tian with the opportunity to change.
When the power Mo Sun used to kill Xie Tian struck Xie Tian, this power began to charge against the golden-red formation.
This charge immediately triggered a change in the indescribable power that shielded the word 'truth'.
And with this change, the blood coffin instantly erupted with an unparalleled devouring power, devouring the source of the power that changed the golden-red formation.
Although the power that changed the golden-red formation came from Mo Sun …
Unfortunately, not only was the Demon Captains the vessel of this power, it was simply too close to Xie Tian as well.
It was so close that the blood coffin, which had never been picky with food, would feel embarrassed if it did not devour it.
"Amazing!"
After understanding Xie Tian's plan, little tyrant could not help but lightly praise it.
"This kind of plan might not be much to me, but …"
However, just as Mo Xiao felt a little angry from embarrassment, Xie Tian had already completed all of these plans before the battle even began, as if it was a prophecy.
This was the greatest highlight of the entire plan.
While little tyrant was savoring the wondrous feeling of planning, he suddenly frowned.
"Strange …"
After muttering 'strange', little tyrant seemed to have sunk into deep thought.
However, a moment later, his frown grew even deeper, as if this doubt he had just discovered was not only unsolvable, it was the key to whether or not Xie Tian's entire plan would succeed.
"This, this is a little strange, isn't it …" Little tyrant blinked, and muttered to himself. "How could you be so sure that the one who killed you in the end would be the trash Devil you were waiting to revive, and not … the Demon Captains?"
At the same time his words fell, the space and time that had frozen due to Xie Tian's comeback began to return to normal.
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