As the black-green energy spread, the once dense sounds of self-destruction began to thin out sporadically.
And those Purple Spirit Elephant Clan demon cultivators, having received their orders, decisively shouted and bolted away in escape.
With the passage of time, the sounds gradually dwindled.
It was probably a few dozen breaths' worth of effort.
What was once an incredibly noisy environment around the Origin of the Demon Realm turned into a silent expanse.
If someone were to look down from high in the sky at this moment,
they would see a mass of black-green energy churning like monstrous waves over the entire territory of the Purple Spirit Elephant Clan, as if digesting something.
"Heh, I told you all it was all in vain."
The Origin of the Demon Realm mocked disdainfully, glancing around as he spoke to himself.
He examined those mounds of varying sizes of dust on the ground, his eyes revealing a trace of intoxication.
