The eyes of every single demon widened when they saw their weapons stopping in midair.

Huang Xiaolong flipped his hand once to send every single artifact flying back towards its user. As they smashed into each other, everyone fell from the skies.

Many of them slammed into the surrounding peaks, and others landed in the valley all around. Some fell into the lakes, and others crashed into the structures all around them.

Miserable cries rang through the air as dust clouds filled the skies.

It was as though armies of tens of millions of troops had clashed with one another, but the only problem was that the only army present was that of the demons. They were only facing a single opponent, but they couldn’t even put up a fight!

The artifacts that they used were nothing more than dust that remained...