Chapter 881 Angry 2 ” (2/2)

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In a blink of an eye, a good number of the invaders had perished from the first charge, leaving only the stronger ones alive and struggling for their lives.

The middle-aged man’s face became dark at this image. No longer able to keep his cool, he lashes out with extreme rage: “All of you scram!!”

Of course, the demon beasts summoned by the boy paid no heed to the threat and continued their attack. In the end, not even a soul was left.

“Evil uncle, not long ago people from the Spirit Realm also went to the Demon Realm to make a mess of things and even wanted to tame my father.” Bai Xiachen’s face had on a big ass grin, “I gotta say, compared to those people, your strength is so lacking.”

Though these invaders are all from the Spirit Realm, there are divisions separating the weak and the strong. The force that went with the girl to attack the Demon Realm fell into the latter, while this group here in the Medicine Sect are considered weak by standard.

“And…” a sly chuckle escapes that tiny mouth, “you were only able to bully my great-grandfather because of your numbers. Now I like to see you do the same now that you’re on the receiving end.”

It’s without question that these demon beasts summoned by the kid would lose to these men if it’s one on one, too bad though it’s a mob fight….

“I told you all to stop!” Despite that long speech, the middle-aged man never once paid any heed to the boy. Going red in the eye, he raises his hand to summon up a twister. For those at the outermost edge of the mob, the poor animals were all flung across the air and onto the ground further away. A dust of cloud gets riled up from the mess.

“You guys step back!” Bai Yan orders the creatures to back off, her eyes showing an intense killing aura at the middle-aged man.

Leaving a clearing for their queen over that command, what’s left of the main group of invaders were nothing but white bones scattered across the dirt. It’s startling to believe one minute ago these people were still alive, and the next they’re no more than bones.