As ants face the True Dragon directly, the lower creatures in the presence of the upper-rank fierce beast are naturally suppressed in all their strength, flesh, and soul.
In just a moment, seven or eight slightly weaker little demons let out sharp and brief cries of agony, their bodies unwittingly collapsing from within.
Pitch-black demonic qi scattered and dispersed, flesh instantaneously crumbled into tiny fragments, then vanished silently in the cold underground passage, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.
Lis's brow furrowed imperceptibly, his gaze casually swept over the remnants of the demons, and inside, he felt no ripple of emotion.
He had anticipated this outcome long ago.
Residing in this underground lair is a pure Divine-tier Hellhound.
