The valley was deathly silent.

The few remaining demonic cultivator leaders were all collapsed on the ground.

Some people trembled like leaves, some fainted with their eyes rolled back, some foamed at the mouth and convulsed, and some couldn’t even cry.

Only one thought remained in their minds: the side they had just surrendered to had been wiped out with a single glance and a single “humph.”

Meanwhile, the Seven Fairies were also plunged into an unprecedented shock.

The eldest woman in the red dress stood at the front, her crimson eyes wide open, reflecting the golden bloodstains and scattered fragments of magical artifacts on the ground.

Her fingers trembled slightly involuntarily, a reaction she had never experienced in her hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation.