Then everyone turned their eyes to Ang. He said nothing.
He simply rose slowly into the air, magic power surging around him like a star shooting toward the heavens, instantly drawing the gaze of hundreds of thousands of demons.
The black tide of demons below nearly all looked up at once. For that instant, heaven and earth seemed to freeze before erupting violently.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"
Flying spears filled the sky, densely packed and blotting out the heavens, as if they meant to pin Ang down like a dead insect.
"What a sight..." Dana drew a sharp breath, unable to stop himself from murmuring as he watched the flying spears nearly cover the entire sky.
The instant the spears closed in, a gentle breeze suddenly swirled around Ang. It was light, yet contained boundless power.
The wind grew faster and faster. In less than ten breaths, dozens of hurricanes formed out of thin air, howling like dragons tearing apart heaven and earth.
Ang merely raised a hand and pressed down lightly.
A thunderous roar shook their eardrums as dozens of hurricanes crashed down into the demon ranks.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew across the ground. Countless demons were swept high into the sky, their limbs flailing madly before the interwoven wind blades shredded them to pieces.
The hurricanes were merciless meat grinders, leaving heaps of wreckage wherever they passed.
At the rear of the battlefield, the ordinary soldiers stood frozen.
Black rain of blood poured down from the sky, and the stench of gore filled the air.
Their hearts pounded wildly, their eyes full of instinctive terror.
Had that figure not been their commander, Ang, they would likely have already thrown aside their armor and fled in panic.
Even amid such slaughter, the demons remained fearless.
The black