After all, these Evil Spirits still possess a certain degree of instinctive intelligence, much like bloodthirsty beasts.
Watching the group of Evil Spirits, Chadite extended his hand and gave a little wave. A glowing orb, resembling the moon, directly smashed down onto that area.
The orb struck down, spreading and expanding like a moon rising from the ground.
Amidst the hoarse cries of agony, the group of Evil Spirits instantly turned into a field of flying ash.
A gentle breeze swept across, collecting the ashes on the ground.
Yan Jiao stood rooted to the spot, staring at the scene.
There was a feeling of unreality.
The problem that had troubled him for so long was so effortlessly resolved by someone else.
He couldn't help but sigh, "It's great to have so many tricks."
After all, his strength wasn't actually weak, but these Evil Spirits countered him too much.
