Before him was a mountaintop nearly flattened, all of the Mad Taoist, Foolish Taoist, those Corpse Soldiers and Corpse Generals, and the few Summoned Creatures left, were blasted clean away.
Even the ground had turned blackened, the entire mountaintop an apocalyptic landscape, it wasn't hard to imagine the power of that strike just now.
If stayed in place, fear not having been annihilated already.
The only one still alive was the floating Demon·Wang Xie.
He didn't look too well either, the dark demonic qi around him had dissipated quite a bit, yet carrying the power of that strike, it still imposed immense pressure on everyone.
Xiao Jie looked at the Demon King Evil in front of him, thinking to himself, isn't it just about drawing attention, this I can do.
"Wang Xie, your Spell doesn't seem very useful either, now your show is over, surrender and we might spare your life."
