"Boom!"
A dwarf warhammer wreathed in roaring flames smashed into the face of a Seventh-Order Demon Venerable with thunderous force.
The Demon Venerable could only hastily block with its weapon and ride the impact backward.
Dwarf King Muradin firmly caught the rebounding warhammer, his beard whipping in the wind and fury blazing in his eyes.
"Crush these bastards!" Muradin roared furiously, swinging his heavy hammer in another full arc and whipping up a whirlwind of fiery blades.
Immediately afterward, a frenzied blood-red blur flashed past.
Beast King Warwick cleaved through the air with his double-bladed giant axe, cutting an arm clean off another Demon Venerable!
Foul-smelling blood sprayed through the air.
"Avenge the Pope!" Warwick threw back his head and howled, his voice shaking the land for a hundred miles as his powerful blood energy glowed red.
The last to appear was Elf Queen Ellari.
She hovered in midair, silver hair streaming, her pale blue eyes chilling to the bone.
The staff in her hand lightly tapped the empty air.
Hum-
Countless metallic particles condensed out of thin air, forming a storm of death that instantly trapped the fleeing Pyke.
"Did you really think we were afraid of you, and that was why we let you slaughter our people for a hundred years?" Ellari's voice was cool, laced with chilling killing intent.
"If we hadn't feared the Demon God, you would have gone to hell long ago!"
"Now that it's dead, it's time you paid your blood debts."
Thousands upon thousands of blades shredded downward. Gravely wounded, Pyke did not even have time to beg for mercy before he became a shower of minced flesh amid screams of despair.
The three leaders had returned!
Their arrival became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The balance was utterly shattered.