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Only the eternal could hold on for a long time. 

His face was filled with despair. "When the funeral song starts, all the races are destroyed. Why has the funeral song, which disappeared for thousands of generations, appeared again?!"

After saying that, he died, and the only thing holding up his body was that little bit of unwillingness.

Braydon Neal sat cross-legged in the enlightenment realm, comprehending the funeral song. 

His fingers instinctively stroked the strings of the kithara, and the sound of the kithara continued.

The frequency of the kithara had changed from the initial leisurely sound to the sound of killing. 

The killing was about to begin, and the sound of the kithara became dense. Its power increased by a hundred times!

Under the baptism of the kithara music, there were no more living things in the vortex area. 

The corpses of the demons all turned into dead bodies.