God Prison

0However, the terrifying sound wave from a boastful divine ability was too terrifying. Even though Soul One had ordered all of the Soul Devouring Races to retreat at the first possible moment, countless of them were still annihilated.    

    

Even the dozens of Soul Devouring Tribe warships were instantly annihilated by the bragging sacred art. The Soul Devouring Tribe was also killed.    

    

The Soul Devouring Tribe's army felt a chill run down their spines. They immediately retreated hundreds of miles until they could no longer see the battleship of the Heavenly Demon Sect.    

    

"What was that terrifying cow cry just now? What attack was it? It was so terrifying!"    

    

Soul One felt a lingering fear in his heart. If he hadn't retreated quickly enough, he felt that he would have been killed as well. This was just too terrifying!    

    

The Soul Devouring Tribe army instantly retreated. Everyone on the ship looked at the back of Niu Thirteen in shock.    

    

"Heavens! What kind of divine ability is Thirteenth Senior Brother's? It's actually so terrifying! He instantly destroyed dozens of Soul Devouring Clan warships! So terrifying!"    

    

"The Soul Devouring Race's army has retreated, and they've actually been scared off!"    

    

"Quick, take advantage of this moment and break out of the encirclement!"    

    

The Heavenly Demon Sect ship began to rumble as it broke through the encirclement.    

    

After the Soul Devouring Tribe retreated, he stopped.    

    

The terrifying power of bragging also gave him a big fright. He didn't expect that after gathering the power of half a day of Devil Sect disciples, he could actually amplify the power of bragging to such a terrifying level.    

    

However, he could only last ten seconds. Ten seconds later, he felt like his head was about to explode.    

    

He felt that if he did not stop there, he would explode into ashes.    

    

With the help of the power of half a day's worth of Devil Sect disciples, he was able to amplify the power of the art of bragging, but he could only maintain it for ten seconds.    

    

In ten seconds, he would also die. Otherwise, he would be invincible.    

    

Even so, his face was still pale, and he was completely exhausted, without any strength left in him.    

    

He collapsed onto the deck of the warship, sprawled out on the deck, drowsy and ready to faint at any moment.    

    

He felt very sleepy and desperately needed sleep. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier. The moment he lost consciousness, he felt a deep lingering fear.    

    

This was because at his level, he didn't need to sleep, but right now, he really wanted to sleep. He was a little afraid, could it be that he was going to die?    

    

He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids kept growing heavier and heavier. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them …    

    

He wanted to use the demonic energy in his body to sweep away his tiredness.    

    

However, as soon as he moved, a tearing pain came from his body. He saw that his meridians were dried up and there was not a single trace of demonic energy inside them.    

    

The meridians were like countless dry lands filled with cracks, as if they would break at any moment.    

    

After the boasting just now, his body was filled with cracks and could break at any moment. His consciousness was filled with fear.    

    

Just now, if he had been even a little bit late to stop and boast, his body would have been turned into ashes.    

    

He remembered in his heart that he must pay attention to this point in the future. If he wasn't confident, he couldn't casually use bragging abilities anymore.    

    

He tried his best not to do something like what he had just done, gathering the power of a half-day disciple to brag about his abilities. It was too dangerous.    

    

Slowly, he lost the last of his consciousness and sank into the boundless darkness.