At the moment when Su Qingfeng utterly blasted open the gates of Mao Yao City, the dark clouds spinning above Thunder Sacrifice City had already been compressed to the extreme.

Rumble! Rumble!

The dark clouds swirled in the sky, forming a massive gray vortex. In the eyes of the onlookers, this vortex resembled an unimaginably gigantic eyeball, scrutinizing all the sins of the human world.

Crash! Boom!

Crash! Boom!

The sound waves grew more resonant, more muffled.

Within the cloud layer, the deafening roar was so powerful that the glass throughout Thunder Sacrifice City trembled, seemingly on the verge of shattering the very heavens and earth.

At this moment, Xu Baiyan finally stood up.

She seemed capable of invoking the transformation of thunder and lightning. Every movement of Xu Baiyan's limbs could cause some anomaly in the sky vortex.

Ah...

Xu Baiyan's hair whipped wildly, emitting a heartrending roar.

Her hand finally gripped the Thunder Slash Blade fiercely.

It could be seen that Xu Baiyan seemed to be in great pain.

Crack!

At this instant, the entire world became blinding, and people's eyes were seared with pain.

A tremendously thick bolt of lightning struck Xu Baiyan with ferocity from the center of the swirling clouds.

This scene was uncannily similar to an immortal enduring a tribulation in a novel.

Xu Baiyan's pupils flickered with lightning as she raised the Thunder Slash Blade high.

Above and below, the thunder slurry churned everywhere, viscous and scorching, even permeating the air with a burnt smell.

At this time, Xu Baiyan's eyes had also become vortices flickering with electricity.

She walked on thunder, like an executioner from the Celestial Court, slowly approaching the first prisoner!

At this moment, the light screens of various cities divided into two stereoscopic projections.

On the left... was the spectacle of executing the Alien Race Grandmaster at Thunder Sacrifice City, blinding and shocking.

On the right... was the chaos of the Human Race Alliance besieging Mao Yao City, equally tumultuous.

Both sides were exhilarating.

Each was a source of pride for the people of the Divine Land.

Everyone kept turning their heads, trying to pay attention to both sides.

This moment was destined to be remembered by the world.

Destined to be remembered by this era.

Destined to be recorded in history.

...

"Palm Eye Race, sixth grade... on the third battlefield, massacred 371 Divine Land Martial Artists, cruel and ruthless, deserving ten thousand deaths... Verdict: Death without pardon!"

...

At this time, Mo Qizheng of the Cabinet Office's Ministry of Justice openly announced the sins of the Alien Race Grandmaster.

His voice was cold and relentless, yet loud and clear, like a solid iron hammer, every word impacting deep into people's souls, enough to make even a Grandmaster tremble in fear.

Despite being mortal enemies, fighting to the death.

The public facade must be maintained by the Divine Land, a habit perpetuated over time.

Crash! Boom!

Crash! Boom!

The radiance on Xu Baiyan grew more blinding, stripping away all light.

Wailing! Wailing!

Wailing! Wailing!

The Grandmaster of the Palm Eye Race had already had his tongue cut off, unable to utter any syllables, but he was utterly terrified, not wanting to die in this place.

He still cried for help.

Elders, why did you fail!

Why!

Hurry, save me, I don't want to die.

Alas.

Xu Baiyan's slaughter blade was so cold.

Sweep!

The beheading blade wrapped in lightning slashed downward, accompanied by thunder, causing the void itself to collapse in layers.

Hum!

The moment it severed the neck, it was like slicing through rotten wood, effortlessly easy.

Even though he was sixth grade, the Thunder Slash Blade was indestructible, unstoppable.

The head of the Palm Eye Race's sixth grade flew high, the expression on his face indescribably pained.

It was exhilarating.

At this moment, all the people of the Divine Land cheered with excitement, their palms clapping until they ached.

The beheading finally began.

But then, the truly surprising events had just started to unfold.

Indeed.

The real power of the Thunder Slash Blade was not just the simple killing of aliens.

That was too simple.

The Divine Land sought revenge, sought to console the spirits of the heroes in the afterlife, sought blood for blood.

The true function of the Thunder Slash Blade was torture.

To make you beg for death but remain unable to die.

Uh uh uh... uh uh uh...

Nobody expected that although decapitated, this Grandmaster still did not die.

From the neck wound, a mass of deep purple thunder slurry, like glue, prevented a drop of alien blood from flowing, even maintaining his vitality as it was.

In the distance, the head, like a soccer ball, roared madly.

The Thunder Slash Blade would not let you die, but would make you constantly experience the excruciating pain of being quartered, even forcing the head to stare at its own headless body.

In the following extensive timeframe, only when the thunder slurry at the cut dissipated would this Grandmaster truly die.

During this period, although technically dead, the head could still think and feel pain.

Subsequently, the prisoners would watch as the thunder slurry gradually diminished, yearning for true death to arrive.

During this time, their agonizing wails would not cease, their terror would not cease.

What kind of feeling is this?

No one dared to imagine.

The headless corpse convulsed on the ground, while the lonely head wailed endlessly.

The execution of the first prisoner was completed.

The entire world stood in shock, struggling to come to terms.

No wonder the aliens had formed an alliance, willing to pay any price to save them.

So, the Thunder Slash Blade was this cruel.

At the Thunder Sacrifice City execution platform, the other 30 prisoners were already scared out of their wits.

They had all heard of the dread of the Thunder Slash Platform.

But hearing was, after all, only hearing; only when things transpired before them did they realize how truly terrifying it was.