The clamor instantly subsided, and all the little demons' eyes widened as they stared at the gourd in the Silver Horned King's hand.
It was this small gourd that, just a moment ago, had sucked in the Centipede King, who had once been unrivaled in the Flat Top Mountain range.
Without their leader, the courage to fight drained immediately from the little demons, and as the sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed, all the subordinates of the Centipede King had laid down their arms.
Standing atop the mountain, the Silver Horned King looked down with pride at the little demons below who had lost their will to fight. He felt a sense of achievement he could never experience in the Heavenly Palace, and he was somewhat drunk on the sensation.
He gently shook the gourd in his hand, and immediately the sound of water came from within. A smile formed on the Silver Horned King's lips as he uncorked the gourd and poured out a handful of clear water.
