"No! If we die, we die together! We're the elites of the Punishment Hall! Charge!" Tu Yaoyao shouted, leading her people forward.
"Kill!" Zhan Gang's eyes had also reddened with desperation as he led his subordinates charging into the distance.
Far away, mountains were destroyed, and river water was swept into the air, forming towering waves that crashed into the lightning overhead.
On the second exchange, Tang Wen was smashed into a mountain, nearly having his bones broken and his guts spilled.
That great hand tore toward Tang Wen with a sinister laugh. "Brat, I'm going to tear you apart alive today!
"Those subordinates of yours aren't bad. They actually followed you here. Perfect. They'll all die too.
"It's not bad to have so many people buried with you. Hahaha... a mass grave for a hundred..."
A golden shadow suddenly pierced through the clouds, and the great hand instantly wheeled around.
But it was still a little too late. The lightning exploded, and a short old man tumbled out, spraying blood.
A bird's cry swept across the sky. The short old man turned to flee.
But Tang Wen's telekinesis thread tripped him, sending him sprawling.
The golden eagle's sharp talons slashed through the sky, forming golden rays that swept across the short old man.
The short old man screamed as his body was sliced in two.
His primordial spirit sprang out. The Soul-Summoning Banner enveloped the surrounding thousand li, and a chill wind blew. A telekinesis thread turned into a sharp spike and stabbed viciously into his back.
The short old man shrieked. His primordial spirit was pierced through instantly and sucked into the Soul-Summoning Banner.
Hundreds of trillions of Underworld Insects swarmed over him inside the banner, biting, tearing, and clawing...
The short old man's screams continued, gradually fading,