Before he knew it, the ring arrays hovering over Su Ming vanished one after another.
His vast Spiritual Power and astonishing Spiritual Art were also restrained, returning Su Ming to his original state. He looked just like a rookie Warlock who had only recently debuted, making it impossible to believe that the catastrophe-like Spiritual Art from earlier had been released by such a young rookie Warlock.
Su Ming's withdrawal meant that the enemy had been utterly defeated.
The ruins that had originally been filled with countless Phantom Demons, resembling hell itself, had been razed to the ground and turned into scorched earth. Craters were scattered everywhere, and charred marks covered the ground, filling the air with an extremely pungent smell.
Naturally, there were no survivors left in such a wasteland.
The army of over ten thousand Phantom Demons had been slaughtered en masse. Those unlucky ones had evaporated on the spot, while the luckier ones had been reduced to charred corpses. The sight was utterly gruesome.
Only after finishing his work did Su Ming raise his head and look toward the four figures still locked in fierce battle ahead.
"Roar!"
The ghoul seemed to have gone berserk. Its eyes were completely bloodshot, and its demonic nature surged like a volcanic eruption. It rapidly swept through the air by beating the wings on its back while repeatedly swinging both claws, sending a vast expanse of scarlet claw-light slashing toward the three female demons and causing the smell of blood to spread constantly through the air.
Wherever the claw-light passed, scarlet blood burst forth like ribbons, making anyone who merely watched feel a chill in their heart, let alone someone facing the attack directly.
Su Ming saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the ghoul's attacks.
"Do those attacks