The frantic charge of the Demon Clan lasted only a dozen miles before the sky suddenly rolled with dark clouds, thunder roared, and strong winds rose.
The leading Demon Kings all looked up at the sky, a sense of alert rising in their hearts.
As they stopped, the other demons also came to a halt, looking up at the sky.
Boom, boom, boom, a series of muffled sounds.
A streak of fire appeared in the sky, descending upon the gathering demonic beasts below.
The fire drew nearer and transformed into a massive handprint, a hundred meters wide, like a gigantic volcano pressing down from above.
The Demon Kings' fur stood on end in terror, and they howled at the beasts on the ground, "Scatter!"
The demonic beasts knew well the danger and scattered in all directions from the handprint, like a torrent dispersing.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion shook heaven and earth, suddenly rising from the ground.
The handprint fell and exploded on the ground with a roar.
