Jiang Zhu struck ruthlessly and directly, repaying the demon in his own coin by pinning him dead to the ground.
Boom!
Just then, dozens of towering spears tore through the air. Their pitch-black shafts were thicker than roof beams, each over a hundred feet long and gleaming with a chilling light.
This could no longer be called piercing; it was a bombardment like giant boulders falling from the sky.
Those massive spearheads hurtled in from over a dozen miles away and smashed into the earth in clusters, instantly blasting the area to pieces.
The others from the Demon Nation had attacked. These massive war spears suddenly descended from the sky with horrifying destructive power.
Several demon giants over a hundred feet tall stood upon the ancient earth, watching Jiang Zhu with indifferent eyes.
"Hmm?"
Five-Colored Divine Light bloomed from Jiang Zhu, blocking the war spears. His gaze turned cold as he shook the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass in his hand. Silver sword light appeared, giving off a faint metallic hum.
A suffocating sword aura spread outward. The powerful fighters battling nearby all retreated, looking over in horror.
Whoosh!
Silver sword light flashed, swift as lightning, piercing the void with a shrill sword whistle. It swept across the battlefield, making many powerful fighters turn their heads in alarm.
By the time the Demon Nation's elite warriors heard the sword whistle, it was too late to react. Their leading demon general hastily summoned three defensive magical artifacts, but they still could not stop it.
Utterly terrified, the demon general released nine dark-red runes from his body to protect himself.
Yet the sword light tore through every defense like rotten wood, shattering all the runes before piercing his brow. With a sharp crack, his entire head instantly turned to dust.
It was utterly gruesome.