Yang Qi was off on his own, slaughtering the enemy within their own ranks.

He was surrounded by a seemingly never-ending sea of vicious faces, a horde of Demonfolk, all of whom wanted to kill him. No matter how many he killed, more were there to replace them.

“Die!”

A squad of demon soldiers appeared. They had human heads, the torsos of wasps, and were the size of horses. Their wings buzzed as they flew forward and launched clouds of what appeared to be poisoned arrows.

They were actually poison stingers that were the product of these wasp-like demon-immortals’ cultivation and were capable of piercing through all sorts of defensive empyrean energy. In short, they were completely fatal.

Thankfully, Yang Qi had his God Legion Paradise.

Ping. Ping. 

The stingers all shattered upon impact. Then Yang Qi unleashed the Hand of the One God.

RUMBLE!

Space shattered as if an ancient god had personally smashed it, and the wasp...