The Yongle Tribe General was watching everything with narrowed eyes. His expression suddenly changed when he felt that aura. From his limbs to his bones, everything was trembling.
This aura was unparalleled.
In the distance, the West Sea Tribe General was like a lone boat in the sea as he faced the fire phoenix. His body swayed as if he would be completely devoured if he was careless.
"This… how… how is this possible…"
Under this nearly invincible aura, all of the West Sea Tribe General's fighting spirit vanished like a lonely old man waiting for death to descend.
This was beyond the understanding of all the demons present. They did not doubt that any living being would disintegrate into dust under this aura.
The demon beast carrying the West Sea Tribe General was terrified. It instinctively wanted to get away, but it seemed to be completely suppressed by the aura and couldn't move.
"On your knees! This is your last chance!"
