The brothers Liu Fuzhou and Liu Fubao stood beside their father, watching his Wishful Demon-Suppressing Tower effortlessly capture and suppress tens of millions of Demon Beasts like a colossal beast swallowing the sea. Their shock knew no bounds, and the admiration in their eyes deepened as they looked at Liu Changxu.
Liu Changxu seemed oblivious to his sons' reactions and simply continued concentrating on driving the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
Seeing how terrifying the Wishful Demon-Suppressing Tower was, the horde of Demon Beasts that had been surging forward instantly descended into chaos.
The high-grade Demon Beasts lurking within the horde panicked, breaking away of their own accord and fleeing for their lives in every direction.
Yet no matter how high their grade or how swift their escape, as long as they remained within the Demon-Suppressing Tower's capture range, they were like creatures trapped in a mire. The golden light dragged their bodies against their will, until every last one was sucked into the tower.
The sight chilled the high-grade Demon Beasts that had yet to enter its capture range to the bone. None dared linger for even a moment; they turned and fled madly into the depths of the Great Wilderness.
Without the high-grade Demon Beasts to command them, the low-grade hordes became a boiling mess, scattering in all directions like headless flies.
"Father, I want to go hunt a few high-grade Demon Beasts too, to ease your burden!"
Unable to restrain his fighting spirit, Liu Fubao spoke eagerly.
Beside him, Liu Fuzhou was just as tempted, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
Liu Changxu glanced at them and said mildly,
"I brought you out this time to broaden your horizons, not to fight Demon Beasts. You'll have plenty of opportunities to fight the Demon Race in the future."
"Yes, Father."
Though somewhat