With both palms outstretched, the immense force of the hands directly tore apart dozens of Demon Soldiers charging forward, limbs flying, blood spraying, as if a rain of blood was falling.
"Stop him!"
A minor leader on the island shouted angrily, and a swarm of Demon Soldiers flew up, trapping Shuiwa in the middle.
These were just ordinary Demon Soldiers; even if they snatched from human hands, their cultivation was mediocre. They couldn't stop Shuiwa at all.
Hundreds of Demon Soldiers were all killed by Shuiwa in less than two minutes. Jiang Xiaobai's task required no survivors, so when he acted, he didn't consider any consequences—just killing was enough.
Above, Jiang Xiaobai had been watching Shuiwa. Although he wasn't down there with him, his nerves were even tighter than Shuiwa's. He had never been this tense when killing enemies himself.
