The Might of a Single Kick

Shhh——

A sharp and eerie whistle sounded from behind the crowd, followed by a continuous rustling sound of something scraping against the ground.

The crowd stopped fighting and then saw a group of snakes of varying sizes, shapes, and colors swimming rapidly toward them.

"Great! It's Lord Laximiwa!"

Lord Laximiwa has intervened! We're saved!

Let these demon cubs become food for Lord Laximiwa's pet!

The group of Country A cheered and jumped for joy.

The situation, where the opponent was exhausted and even being suppressed, seemed to have eased somewhat.

Each individual unleashed a powerful force, gradually becoming evenly matched with these Demonkin.

When the Devil Race saw the writhing serpents charging towards them, they were not afraid at all; instead, their faces lit up with joy.

Then they rushed towards the snakes, grabbed them, twisted their heads, and stuffed them into their mouths.

The way they were munching on it so heartily looked delicious and enjoyable!

Holy crap!

This art style is off!

The Country A were still excitedly cheering, but when they saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.

Damn it, these Demonkin aren't afraid of snakes.

It seems that Lord Laximiwa's pet isn't here to attack them, but rather to deliver food to their doorstep!

The thousands upon thousands of serpents were quickly wiped out by these Demonkin.

They were eating with their mouths dripping with oil—oh no, their mouths were covered in blood.

After finishing, the Demonkin wiped their mouths, then their eyes all turned to stare at the disheveled Laximiwa in the wind.

It seems they are waiting for him to summon the second batch of food.

"Ugh... you bastard!"

"Give me back my pet! Die! I'm going to kill you all, you beasts!"

Immediately after the god Laximiwa was struck, he went berserk and became somewhat insane.

These were his subordinates, whom he had cultivated with great effort and the use of rare and precious materials.

He was able to establish himself in the underworld and solidify his status as a powerful figure thanks to these thugs, but now everything is gone.

He felt like he was going crazy.

The aura of a master at the Emperor Realm instantly erupted from his body.

However, a cold snort made his body tremble, and then cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A cloud of Black Mist drifted slowly from not far away, and a tall figure could be seen faintly within Black Mist.

The aura emanating from this dark figure was even stronger and more dangerous than his!

Normally, he relies on a group of snakes and insects to attack his opponents, but Tian finally wants to directly confront his enemy.

At that moment, he chickened out.

They might even turn around and try to slip away.

However, this cloud of Black Mist would not allow him to succeed.

The next moment, a gigantic hand radiating overwhelming Demonic Energy appeared above Laximiwa's head and slammed down hard.

"Bastard, do you want me to fight you to the death?"

Laximiwa looked terrified, then gritted his teeth and threw two punches.

However, his two fists were destroyed before they could even last half a breath under this giant palm, and then the palm slammed into Asimiwa's body without any resistance.

Laximiwa was smashed into a pulp.

"Ah—Lord Asimiva is dead!"

What to do?"

Some people in the Indian crowd kept exclaiming in surprise, and some even became completely bewildered.

Some people even had a grayish-white complexion, and their eyes revealed despair.

Their pride and joy, Asimiwa, was wiped out with a single blow.

How long can they hold out?

At that moment, the fighting spirit of the man suddenly surged forth like a floodgate bursting open.

Of the people present, apart from Adisha and a few others, all had lost their will to fight.

They stood there dejectedly, as if awaiting their fate.

"Brothers and sisters, cheer up and take up your weapons."

Even if it means death, we will fight to the very end. Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus. Charge!

However, no matter how they called out, no one responded, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

When the Demonkin saw Ah San's appearance, they burst into wild laughter.

Then he pounced on them.

Since we're just waiting to die, let's become their food!

At this moment, as Adisha watched the Demonkin getting closer and closer to her, a wave of despair washed over her.

"Am I, Adisha, destined to die here?"

"Can't we preserve our holy water source?"

"God, who can save me, save my fellow countrymen?"

I, Adisha, am willing to serve him as a slave for the rest of my life!

Adisa gripped her Longsword tightly, looked up at the sky, and murmured a prayer.

"Snake God, save your people!"

The next moment, her eyes widened and disbelief appeared on her face.

Then came a sense of hope.

Because she saw two people suddenly appear in the air, a man and a woman.

It is obvious that these two people are at least at the Emperor Realm, otherwise they would not be able to traverse space and stand in the air.

Hua Qiang and Yokoyama Sakurako shook their heads slightly upon seeing the tragic scene below.

Hua Qiang didn't feel much, after all, he was in China, and no Demonkin dared to set foot there.

But Yokoyama Sakurako was not happy, because their country had recently suffered from the devastation and slaughter of Demonkin.

The scene they experienced was exactly the same as that in Country A today.

If it weren't for Hua Qiang's appearance, she felt that Sakura Country would probably have been destroyed by the Demonkin.

"Honey, let's make a move!"

Over time, Yokoyama Sakurako developed feelings for Hua Qiang Sakurako, and she changed her address from "darling" to "husband."

She felt that this made it seem more China.

"Good!"

Hua Qiang raised his leg and stomped down.

A giant foot appeared in the air and stomped down as fast as a cannonball.

Boom!

A loud bang was heard, followed by a huge footprint on the ground.

The footprints were deep, forming a large pit.

The arrogant and domineering Devil Race, who were even preparing to eat, had no way to dodge.

Because of Hua Qiang's kick, the entire space it covered was imprisoned.

Half of the Demonkin team's members were eliminated.

The Country A stared at the scene before them, completely dumbfounded.

That was an amazing kick!

Those ferocious Demonkin, whom they considered invincible, were now turned into mincemeat right before their eyes.

"You bastard, who are you? How dare you slaughter my men?"

"Die!"

The figure in the Black Mist roared angrily and charged towards Hua Qiang.

A gigantic hand, capable of blotting out the sky, slammed down.

"Tch! Playing tricks!"

Hua Qiang said dismissively, then raised his finger and pointed.

A blinding beam of white light shot out and struck the center of the giant hand.

The next moment, this enormous hand, brimming with Demonic Energy, melted away as if it had encountered Bing Xue under the warm sun.

"Who... who are you? How do you possess such immense power?"

Kunping Kacha saw that his palm strike had been easily countered by the opponent, a flash of panic crossed his eyes.

He used 80% of his strength in that palm strike.

From the casual gesture of the other party, he could sense that the other party's strength was greater than his own.

How could such a powerful figure emerge from this Country A?

A long knife appeared in Kunping Kacha's hand. He gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed fiercely at Hua Qiang.