As soon as the Dark King died, all his scattered subordinates across the Demon Race Microcosm, from the remaining few Void Gods to innumerable servants spread across various worlds in the universe, were instantly killed by the power of the contract.

They were originally busy maintaining the stability of the microcosm, but with this power withdrawn, its stability suddenly plummeted. The external forces infiltrated stronger, and the microcosm again showed signs of collapsing.

"Hmph!" The voice of the King of Hell was cold, immediately stretching out a hand, with five fingers making a virtual grab.

In the next moment, a vast expanse of stars was directly wiped away, and the entire microcosm seemed to contract, with the vast starry sky actually visible to its end.

This indicated that the Demon Race Microcosm contracted again, the space became smaller, the strength increased once more, and the signs of collapse ceased, stabilizing again.

However, contraction is easy, expansion is difficult. For countless eras, the King of Hell has been striving to expand this microcosm into a real universe, having expended countless efforts to open it up this wide.

Now, every contraction is equivalent to wasting a huge amount of previous effort, even uncertain if it can be expanded back to this scale later on.

But there’s no choice but to shrink it, as the Demon Race no longer has the sufficient strength to maintain this volume.

Huang Yi was slightly surprised that the King of Hell could so easily contract the Demon Race Microcosm, as effortlessly as directing his arm, as simple as turning his hand.

In comparison, he was far inferior. It was difficult for him to control the size of the Colored Glaze Mini-World at will, partly due to his lack of power, and partly because he stole that mini-world from elsewhere. Expanding or contracting it requires a lot of effort.

By now, the duration of one minute had long passed. His Wings of Slaughter returned to normal, the tenfold power boost had ended long ago, leaving only the 3.2-fold boost brought by the 32 souls on the Slaughter Blade.

Both doubling abilities are calculated based on the original attributes, not continuously multiplied. The tenfold All Attributes of the Wings of Slaughter coupled with the 3.2-fold Slaughter Blade do not multiply to become 32 times, but add up to become 13.2 times.

With his current power, he could no longer pose a threat to the King of Hell, so he quickly left there.

...

The Dark Star was in chaos, battle aftershocks creating cracks and craters everywhere, the entire planet pitted and no longer a regular sphere.

Dao Feng and others were full of joy. The high and mighty Dark King, once an eternal myth-like figure, was someone they, mere ants struggling under his feet, managed to personally kill now, like a dream.

In front was the corpse of the Dark King, the surroundings in disarray, with a few corpses of Lava War Demons, who were dragged down by the Dark King before he died.

"Hmph! How dare you bully me!" The Stellar Fiery King kicked the Dark King’s corpse, cursing under his breath.

Even the grand Dark King, at this moment, was like a dead dog, being insulted and trampled upon without dignity. Enormous, dense demonic blood flowed incessantly from the wounds, glistening with radiant specks, gathering into a Blood River on the ground.

"What should we do with this Black Sun?" Thunder God looked at the Dark Wheel in the sky and asked.

With the death of the Dark King, this magic instrument lost control, suspended in the void, neither rising nor falling, silently emitting the black Light of Death.

"See if we can take it!" Dao Feng said, immediately flying up, reaching for the Dark Wheel.

"Sizzle!" Instantly, his palm was violently corroded, emitting wisps of blue smoke, withdrawing like an electric shock.

This Black Sun is a magic instrument, only touchable by the Demon Clan, others will suffer corrosion from Demonic Power.

"The God of Slaughter is unafraid of Demonic Power, we can have him collect this Black Sun!" the Pope suddenly suggested.

"In this king’s microcosm, all things belong to this king!" At this moment, the voice of the King of Hell suddenly resounded throughout the world.

Then, the Black Sun suddenly flew into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

Simultaneously, the Dark Star began to tremble violently, the earth cracking, the space collapsing, like it was about to completely disintegrate.

Everyone hurriedly flew into the air, leaving the range of the Dark Star.

Upon reaching extremely high space, the Dark Star below had shattered into a dense mass of energy, scattered to every corner of the microcosm, stabilizing the microcosm’s barrier.

Whenever a Demon King died, the corresponding planet would be refined by the King of Hell to maintain the microcosm’s stability.

Now, the Demon Race Microcosm was left with only three large stars, with the middle Hell Star being the calmest.

The left Star of Corruption erupted with dazzling lights everywhere, with Dream Against the Heavens leading another army, slaughtering furiously there.

Meanwhile, the right Star of Destruction showed even grander movements, even across such vast distances, one could see it trembling and collapsing everywhere, with earth-shattering sounds echoing through the galaxy, accompanied by the voices of the King of Annihilation and the War Master.

"Back then you took my things, today you must return them with interest!" the War Master’s voice was filled with furious War Intent.

"Those who dare to provoke me have only one path—destruction!" the King of Annihilation responded fiercely.

Both of these supreme beings were of a hot-tempered nature, fighting recklessly and wreaking havoc wherever they went, making it difficult for outsiders to intervene.

"Let’s go kill the King of the Fallen!" Dao Feng quickly decided, leading the group toward the direction of the Star of Corruption.

...

The battle situation at the Star of Corruption was exceedingly intense, far surpassing that of the Dark Star before.

The King of the Fallen’s subordinates included many Void God level experts, and he was particularly adept at tempting others into corruption. Countless heroes from various worlds had signed master-servant contracts with him, working tirelessly at his command.

Quite some time ago, Huang Yi encountered the Sand Thief King, the Murloc Nightcrawler, the Mermaid Princess, and her lover, Tidal Hunter Leviathan, who were all tempted by the King of the Fallen.

The Star of Corruption gathered many formidable figures from various worlds, forming multiple layers of defensive circles to fend off the intrusion from the side of The Second World. Among them were also Void God level experts from other worlds.

Dream Against the Heavens, Ganges, Kid, Mountain City Wanderer, and other super-first masters were dispersed across different regions of the Star of Corruption, attacking key strongholds.

They were formidable, especially Dream Against the Heavens, who had fused with the Ancestor of Dreams, having the bearing of the Creator Ancestral Spirits, unmatched by any opponent.

Their forces were like a bulldozer, rampaging across the Star of Corruption, flattening all strongholds they passed, leaving no trace of demon clan corpses.

After destroying several vital strongholds, they advanced from all directions to the vicinity of the Fallen Demon Palace, once again gathering together.

From a distance, there were sinister buildings surrounded by fortress-like defenses.

The ground was packed with countless magical beasts, clawing and roaring, crowded densely together, hiding the earth from view.

The sky was filled with an endless flock of demon clan members, covering every inch, like swarms of birds filling the sky.

They encircled each divine domain expert, each strategically positioned to form a formation around the Fallen Demon Palace, providing mutual support.

On the outermost edge were the corpses of particularly giant beings, standing in line like a range of mountains, surrounding the Fallen Demon Palace.

They were the renowned "Giant Generals" of the demon clan, refined from the corpses of Ancient Giants. Of enormous size, they often served as the vanguard of the demon clan.

By merely traversing the various worlds, they could wreak catastrophe, leaving living beings in torment, cities trampled into ruins, having once brought immense disaster to The Second World.

"Dream Against the Heavens, we are here!" At this moment, Dao Feng and the others descended from the sky in dazzling light, arriving beside Dream Against the Heavens, Kid, Mountain City Wanderer, and others.

"That’s the lair of the King of the Fallen, but it’s surrounded by a great formation, which is a bit troublesome," Kid pointed to the fortress-like defenses ahead, where the horde of demons danced wildly, exuding a sinister aura, making it unwise to rush in.

"Just a cyclic formation!" Dragon Spike glanced at it and immediately recognized the formation.

The Dragon Clan was proficient in formations by nature, and he was also the first Heaven-Sent Man to graduate with full marks from the formation class at Oskan Royal Academy.

"Where are the key formation eyes? Let’s cut through them," Mountain City Wanderer brandished his cleaving knife, exuding a wild aura.

Dragon Spike glanced over, pointing to an area, "This is a nested cyclic formation; the key lies in the central part, where the inner ring and outer ring intersect, the place where five Void God Fallen Lords are gathered, wrapped in a faint barrier, see it?"

Everyone looked into the distance, indeed spotting a zone amidst the endless sea of demons, where five formidable Fallen Lords were gathered, a layer of light wrapping around them in tight defense.

"Let me handle this first!" Dream Against the Heavens smiled, with a flick of his hand, presenting a peculiar flower.

This flower had three petals colored red, yellow, and blue, with a long stem below.

"Dreamland!" Dream Against the Heavens uttered a spell, plucking the yellow petal and tossing it into the air.

The yellow petal disintegrated quickly into the air, transforming into a faint fragrance that spread all around.

Upon inhaling this floral scent, billions of demon clan members immediately felt their eyelids grow heavy, akin to a drunken stupor, soon closing their eyes and falling into slumber, each swaying subconsciously, murmuring incoherent dream words.

Even demons at the demigod level felt immensely fatigued, no matter how hard they shook their heads, their eyelids drooped downward, ultimately succumbing to sleep.

Only the Void God level experts persisted in resisting, but their mental strength waned, their movements growing slow.

"Dream Wander!" Dream Against the Heavens uttered another spell, plucking the blue petal from the flower and tossing it into the air.

The blue petal disintegrated rapidly into the air, transforming into billions of light spots, suffusing the field, penetrating into the bodies of each slumbering demon.