What he needed to do was simple.
"Boom!"
Under the influence of immense power, the black spiral spear shot out like a sharp arrow, instantly tearing through the air with a dull yet sharp whistle, disappearing as a shadow from its original place.
The distance of dozens of meters vanished in an instant.
"Psh!"
Accompanied by the sound of flesh ripping, the black spear pierced through the chests of several Demon Clan leaders without any obstruction, nailing them harshly to the scorched and dried ground.
Black blood cascaded like a fountain, flowing in all directions, instantly filling the parched and cracked ground, presenting an extremely eerie scene.
The previously arrogant expressions of the Demon Clan leaders froze on their faces, their once bloodthirsty eyes dimming in an instant.
As for the remaining members of the Demon Clan, they were now scattered, lacking the courage and belief to continue fighting without their leaders, dispersing one after another.
