[GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY PEOPLE!]
Leoniel's enraged voice boomed across the square, waves of powerful magic power erupting from the ground beneath the feet of every insurgent holding a civilian hostage, each demon, each Demonic Hand member, and wrapping around their bodies in a split second, squeezing them with immense force, as if a giant fist had clenched around them.
The earth rose and crawled up their bodies, encasing several hundreds of them in stone in an instant, while dust winds blown through the air by the waves of magic power he released turned several hundred others to stone within seconds.
However, beyond those turned to stone, Leoniel didn't kill anyone else.
He could clench his fist and crush them with telekinetic magic power pressure, but he didn't. There were thousands of children present, after all.
Leoniel wasn't about to start crushing people to death in front of those children and traumatise them for life.
