A consecutive number of palm phantoms rang out from Zhao Yin as he soon dove in like Xiao Ming into the demonic beast encirclement, heroic and without an atom of fright showing on his face.
His sword immediately got into motion as well, swinging at the demonic beasts while a creepy laugh escaped his lips—a sound that made the frightened and panicky demonic beasts recoil like touched by hot iron.
"Retreat!" a Demon Lord shouted, voice cracking with desperation.
He and the other Demon Lords, along with Demon Generals under his command, stealthily tried escaping the fate of being crushed by Zhao Yin's colossal sword strike.
However, they were too scattered and unorganized in this state of panic, running like headless chickens.
"Soul Ripping Claw!" one of the Beginner Mages of the Heavenly Moon Sect struck out with viciousness, lunging a soul attack at their leader.
