Rain Mist

Zhou Leng slowly walked forward while circulating the Great Sun Divine Technique.

The Shaman Giant gently shook his head and sighed. "In a game for superior Giants, wouldn't it be better for ordinary races like you to just watch?" He raised a hand, and as before, the five Voodoo Dolls on his body opened their mouths.

Five streaks of black light flew toward Zhou Leng at a speed Mid Demigod Realm beings could not see clearly.

At the same time, he raised his head and swept his right hand. Terrifying demigod power drove the air into a tidal wave of force, like tangible seawater crashing forward.

Unlike his previous calmness, helplessness now appeared on his face. He did not want to kill anyone either, but his opponent was simply too weak.

A Star-Silver Giant could have blocked this attack, but flesh and blood could not.

"..."

The Shaman Giant had uttered only one word of his second sentence when Zhou Leng lightly scooped his left hand through the air before him.

Swish, swish, swish...

A strange sound rang out.

In the eyes of most demigods, he had merely grasped at empty air with his left hand.

Yet a tiny handful of demigods saw that, in that instant, more than three thousand translucent hand shadows drifted out before Zhou Leng, forming a terrifying force that sealed away every bit of power from the five Voodoo Dolls.

Like chicks in a Giant's hand, the five Voodoo Dolls were scooped out of the void by Zhou Leng, kneaded and rolled into a pitch-black sphere of sorcery light.

The gazes of several Mid Demigod Realm beings darkened.

In theory, below the Peak Demigod Realm, demigods possessed only the ability to control matter and could not fully control energy.

Even spells were merely controlled indirectly