Three bursts of white light erupted above the Wasteland.
Blinding light tore through the clouds, and shock waves swept across the ground, hurling rubble into the air like a black rainstorm in reverse.
Dozens of kilometers away, the three Demon Venerables battling Terra's experts froze at the same time.
Within the Demon Clan's link, three savage mental waves abruptly cut off, with no further response.
Dead.
Their three companions were all dead!
One moment, they had been roaring about crushing the steel constructs; the next, they had not even had a chance to escape the nuclear blast zones before Great Xia obliterated every trace of them.
The killing intent had yet to fade from the leading Bone-Winged Demon Venerable's eyes when terror surfaced deep in his pupils.
The bone blade he swung suddenly veered aside, grazing the Seventh-Order dwarf's warhammer. The metallic clash rang out painfully against the eardrums, but his massive body used the force to hurtle backward.
The other two Demon Venerables reacted even faster.
One Demon Venerable covered in black scales abruptly folded his wings, turned, and tore through the sound barrier, racing northwest.
The other, a tentacled Demon Venerable, let out a piercing roar. Dozens of tentacles lashed at his pursuers simultaneously, forcing back the Holy Human Race mage before him, and he immediately fled south.
The three Demon Venerables did not communicate, nor did they need to.
There was no point in fighting on.
The route to the wormhole was already covered by nuclear blast zones. Smoke clouds rising above the central battlefield still churned, while scorching turbulence and lingering shock waves threw the surrounding space into chaos.
More terrifying still, those steel giants with magic shields around their bodies were still moving along the perimeter.
They still carried a sense of danger that made