Unfortunately, Xiao Hua had spoken too absolutely. Now that the water had been spilled, it could not be gathered again; he feared he could only charge forward! Still, though the incoming Demon Soldiers numbered in the tens of thousands, their strength was limited. The regret Xiao Hua had just begun to feel slowly dispersed. With his current Mahayana cultivation, the spatial divine abilities the Devil Race took pride in were mere showmanship before him. Killing tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers alone would certainly be difficult, but if he brought all his methods to bear, it was not impossible.
"Crackle, crackle..." Explosions rang out through the void. Xiao Hua's pressure was blocked by the tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers, and amid the blasts, waves of bloody impacts struck his Niwan Palace, leaving Xiao Hua with an indescribable dizziness! Xiao Hua knew this was a method the Devil Race used against Daoist experts, so he smiled and withdrew his pressure. Then, with a pat to his forehead, "Clang..." rang out like metal striking stone, and a Nascent Soul hand hundreds of miles wide flashed with faint golden light as it descended from thin air!
"Th-this... what divine ability is this?" Ordinary Nascent Soul techniques from Xiaoyu Continent were already rarely seen divine abilities upon reaching the Ruins. Huan Wuxin and the others were utterly dumbfounded.
The golden hand descended, forcibly imprisoning over ten thousand Demon Soldiers. Yet the demonic patterns around those soldiers flickered with strange ripples. Though the waves of obscure resistance were weak, they remained stubbornly resistant. With one grasp of his hand, Xiao Hua killed only a little over two thousand Demon Soldiers. Those soldiers had enormous bodies, yet once they fell into Xiao Hua's grasp, their forms rapidly shrank. "Whoosh..." The giant hand clenched abruptly, whipping