Lily and Jin were startled by White Night Yaksha's words. Clearly, they had not expected her to say something like that. "Mr. Chen Fan is even more powerful than a Demon King."
"That kid is incredibly mysterious. I don't know exactly how strong he is, but he should at least be able to handle a four-digit Demon King." White Night Yaksha recalled Chen Fan's eye. She had sensed an immensely powerful force within it. She did not know just how much power it could unleash, but dealing with the Demon King before them should not be a problem.
Chen Fan landed on the arena floor. The Young Demon King's figure appeared as well, completely unharmed. Just like Chen Fan earlier, she had been sent flying once and returned the favor in kind.
Hearing the people around her shouting and jeering, the Young Demon King frowned and said coolly, "How noisy!" Then she flicked her sleeve, sending black mist spreading in every direction. Everyone who saw it cried out in terror and tried to flee, but the black mist spread far too quickly. There was no way to stop it.
Chen Fan frowned when he saw this, but there was nothing he could do. The people here were too scattered; even if he expanded his domain, he could not protect them all. Those swept by the black mist began showing symptoms of illness—high fever and difficulty breathing. Quite a few collapsed onto the ground.
Sandora shouted angrily at the Young Demon King, "What did you do to my people?"
"Nothing much. They were simply too noisy, so I made them shut up. And by the way, they have all contracted the Black Death. In a few days, everyone will be dead."
Natural disaster
(Natural disaster)
(Sorry, I caught a cold