Demonic attacks were nothing like the uniform barrages of technological civilizations. Even if they cultivated the same techniques, unless they were using combined spells or formations, each person's strength, demonic artifact, skills, power, and level differed. It was a scene of each showing off their own special abilities.
The Nether God Sect's leader could not completely block the Hydralisks' assault with his crystal skull. The demons at the edges each employed their own methods. Some transformed the longswords in their hands into blades over four meters long and more than a meter wide, holding them before themselves like door panels. Others raised a chamber pot—ah, an alms bowl. Black light swirled within the bowl, releasing several black dragons that coiled through the air and swept all the spines away.
In short, these spines, which possessed Level 9 attack power, were mere child's play to demons whose average level was around Level 11.
Descending from the sky, the Nether God Sect's leader was the first to attack. He put away the crystal skull and struck his palm toward the Hydralisk army. Demonic energy gathered into a gigantic demonic claw over thirty meters tall. Like the Buddha's palm that had once crushed the Great Sage Equal to Heaven beneath Five Elements Mountain, the claw slammed viciously onto the Hydralisks' heads, instantly turning nearly thirty of them into pulp! What made the Nether God Sect's leader truly formidable was that demonic energy invaded the bodies of those dead Hydralisks, turning them into streams of festering blood. Fortunately, these Hydralisks had no souls and were controlled collectively by the Zerg Hive. Otherwise, their souls would likely have been utterly annihilated beneath that silent torment.
One of the demons beside the leader was only half a meter tall, like a child of four or five.