"Not even worth the dirt on the ground, and you dare to stand in the way?"
"Die!"
The vine demon elder took the lead in opening the path, trying to make up for his previous neglect. He suddenly raised his hand and struck out, his palm forming a dark purple imprint composed of withered vines, imbued with the Ultimate Meaning of the Grandmaster Martial Realm, pressing down with a suppressive force.
The void in his palm seemed to be torn asunder, and the many soldiers who had rushed over formed the Tiger's Might and Flood Dragon Formation, erupting with the roar of tigers and the howl of dragons. A brilliant golden light surged out, colliding with the imprint!
With a loud bang, the storm of blades within the palm imprint tore the flood dragon-like golden light into shreds, pressing straight down overhead.
Merely a few thousand soldiers forming a military formation could not stop a Demon King, who flattened them into a bloody mess on the spot, turning them into a pool of blood!
