Every clone radiated the exact same aura as the main body. Even the Spatial Law power contained within them was identical down to the smallest detail.

This was the Omniwielder’s clone talent!

The clones it created possessed one hundred percent of the main body’s combat power.

Together with the main body, the five clones formed a total of six Johns. All of them raised their hands at the same time.

"Spatial Lockdown."

Six voices rang out simultaneously, like the low whisper of the Grim Reaper.

Boom!!!

At this moment, the Spatial Law of the entire demon realm was completely mobilized.

Formless and intangible spatial power surged out from six directions at once like a tide, sweeping toward the several hundred demon race High Gods.

Those demon race powerhouses instinctively wanted to resist, but their levels had already been assimilated by the World Balance Decree to the same level as John.

Their High God divine power had been sealed, leaving behind only an empty High God-level shell. Before John’s Spatial Lockdown, enhanced by the Omniwielder, they were as fragile as paper lanterns.

The tidal wave of spatial power washed over them.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of explosive sounds erupted in the void of the demon realm.

Those lofty demon race High Gods now burst apart one after another like watermelons crushed beneath a steamroller, transforming into clouds of thick blood mist.

Hundreds of clouds of blood mist bloomed in the void at the same time.

The scene was both magnificent and terrifying.

However, before the blood mist could recondense, John struck again.

He took out the High God Source he had just obtained. Dark-golden light flowed across his palm.

John poured the strength of the High God Source into Spatial Lockdown, and the spatial power was instantly dyed with a dark-golden glow.

With the High God Source empowering it, the damage of Spatial Lockdown surged violently.

The Cosmic Imprints hidden deep within the void were like snow and ice exposed beneath the blazing sun, rapidly melting away under the continuous wash of Spatial Lockdown.

"No!!!"

The consciousness of a demon race High God let out a terrified roar from within the blood mist.

"His Spatial Lockdown is weakening my Cosmic Imprint!"

"How is this possible? How could he have such a method?!"

"Retreat! If we don’t retreat now, we’ll truly die!"

However, everything was already too late.

Before John’s Spatial Lockdown, their struggles were like flies trapped in a spiderweb. The more they struggled, the faster they hastened their own destruction.

Hundreds of Cosmic Imprints gradually dimmed under the erosion of the dark-golden spatial power, their traces being erased bit by bit.

The demon race High Gods, who had been so aggressive moments ago, finally panicked completely.

"He can actually damage Cosmic Imprints! This is impossible! He has not even reached High God level!"

"He isn’t just damaging the imprints. He’s directly erasing them!"

"So this is how Balor died..."

"Break free from the lockdown! Once our imprints are completely erased, we’ll truly die!"

The wails of the demon race High Gods rose one after another in the void of the demon realm, their voices filled with despair. They no longer had any trace of the arrogance they had shown back in the Myriad Race Council when they proposed destroying the human plane.

John’s expression remained calm. The power of Lightning Tribulation in his hand poured out without pause.

Golden lightning smashed down like a torrential rain upon the High Gods firmly bound by spatial chains. Every strike landed precisely on their Cosmic Imprints. Along with crisp sounds like shattering glass, one High God-level existence after another turned into streams of light and disappeared.

His MP was being consumed extremely quickly.

But every time it was about to hit the bottom, a prompt for the automatic conversion of Divine Class Points into supplies would ring out in time, maintaining the endurance of this one-sided slaughter.

The myriad-race powerhouses secretly watching were utterly dumbfounded.

"The mana of High God-level powerhouses may be almost endless, but in the end, it still has a limit..."

"But John clearly has not reached High God level, yet his foundation is even deeper than that of a High God. This is simply incomprehensible."

"With such terrifying attack density and endurance even greater than a High God’s, I truly cannot imagine how frightening he will become once he breaks through to High God level..."

That powerhouse shook his head and did not dare think any further.

At that moment—

The imprint of the final demon race High God completely shattered within Spatial Lockdown.

A tide of prompts exploded beside John’s ears, one after another, forming an endless torrent.

[You have killed a Lv.580 demon race High God. Obtained Divine Class Points +58,000, gold coins +580,000,000,000, Fame +58,000,000,000!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Designated plunder obtained: High God Source +18,000,000!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered ten-thousandfold amplification. You have obtained High God Source +180,000,000,000!]

[You have triggered Auto-Pickup. Obtained High God-level items ×7!]

[You have killed a Lv.570 demon race High God. Obtained Divine Class Points +57,000, gold coins +570,000,000,000, Fame +57,000,000,000!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Designated plunder obtained: High God Source +22,000,000!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered ten-thousandfold amplification. You have obtained High God Source +220,000,000,000!]

[You have triggered Auto-Pickup. Obtained High God-level items ×11!]

[You have triggered Extra Pickup. Obtained High God-level item +1!]

[You have killed a Lv.590 demon race High God (Peak). Obtained Divine Class Points +59,000, gold coins +590,000,000,000, Fame +59,000,000,000!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Designated plunder obtained: High God Source +35,000,000!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered ten-thousandfold amplification. You have obtained High God Source +350,000,000,000!]

[You have triggered Auto-Pickup. Obtained High God-level items ×18!]

[You have triggered Extra Pickup. Obtained High God-level item +1!]

Countless streams of light flew out from the places where the High Gods had fallen, transforming into a dazzling rain of light that entered John’s body. Every stream represented the source essence refined over the lifetime of a High God.

Within the void of the demon realm, not a single complete demon race High God remained.

Several hundred High Gods had all fallen.

One person had annihilated an entire race’s High Gods.

John slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his gaze calmly sweeping across his surroundings.

The High God-level threats had already been cleared away. The remaining demigod-grade demon race powerhouses were nothing but lambs waiting to be slaughtered. There was no need for him to personally take action.

With a thought, he issued an order to all Zone 5 players through his puppet clone.

"The demon realm’s High Gods have been destroyed. The remaining demigod-grade army are all experience packs. All forces, enter the demon realm and clean up the remaining enemies."

The instant the order was issued, the ten billion players who had long since been waiting in the abyssal plane erupted into earth-shaking cheers.

Teleportation arrays lit up one after another. Countless figures surged into the scorching air of the demon realm, which was filled with the smell of sulfur.

They rubbed their fists together and directly invaded the entire demon realm in the manner of the Fourth Calamity.

Driven by the anger they had accumulated for so long, every player charged fearlessly toward the depths of the demon realm.

At the same time, John was not idle either.

He opened the Human Destiny Decree panel, locked his will onto the binding list, and removed the words "demon race."

This was the special effect of the Human Destiny Decree. As long as all High Gods of a bound race were killed, that race’s name could be crossed out.

The instant the binding was released, the karmic chain between the demon race and the human race completely snapped.

From this moment onward, even if the entire demon race was wiped out, the human race would not suffer any backlash.

The news spread through the secret arts of the myriad-race scouts like a plague, sweeping across the heavens and myriad worlds.