"Just die—...!" Demon King Yang roared, his eyes engulfed by the redness of rage.
"Right back at you," Zar uttered coldly, the reflection on his blade covered by the blood of the Demon King who had just spoken. "I just wish all of you wouldn't be so cautious as to leave your Genuine Primordial Souls or Main Bodies so far away. It's becoming really troublesome to obtain what I'm due."
Pointing his index finger off to the side while nonchalantly deflecting attacks akin to nuclear bombs, Zar shot out a thin beam of sword light.
*Fwooop!*
FWAZOOOM!
This thin beam of sword light, upon coming into contact with anything obstructing it, caused damage that far exceeded its tiny size. Whole towering stone peaks were erased; one after the other they disappeared, taking a linear path toward a location millions of miles away.
"That bastard actually dared to kill me!? I swear I'll spend the next one hundred thousand years cultivating in order to enact my revenge—...."
*Fwooop!*
