However, this time, the number had more than doubled.
With such a deployment of forces, the Demon Race's wild ambitions were all too apparent.
This sent a chill through the Marquis of An Hai's heart—the gap in top-end combat power between the two sides was simply too great.
A hulking Demonic Cultivator clad in iron armor who had just appeared, nonchalantly swung his massive palm and directly snapped the three water pillars launched by the Marquis of An Hai in half.
Afterward, he revealed a fierce grin to the Marquis of An Hai, his fangs bared menacingly, "That's it?"
On another front, a strange Demonic Cultivator, whose palm weirdly extended into five sharp short spears, suddenly flung his hand.
The next moment, the five short spears detached from his palm, turning into five trails of dark light that moved so fast they were nearly invisible, twisting through the void and heading straight for the Marquis of An Hai.
