Ch. 1602 - The Might of Paimon
Hearing Xu Zimo’s words, Willow Ancestor looked around, then gathered everyone, preparing to retreat despite their fear.
But Xu Zimo’s voice sounded again.
“I didn’t tell you to make a move.”
A towering wave of demonic energy surged skyward. Paimon stepped out from within it, walking through the air as the aura around him grew denser and more oppressive.
“Greetings, my lord,” Paimon said.
“Kill them,” Xu Zimo ordered.
Paimon hovered above, looking down at the eight enemies. His overwhelming presence pressed down like a mountain. The eight immediately felt their shoulders sink, their spirit power grinding to a halt.
Paimon brought down a colossal demonic palm. It blotted out the sky, magic roaring like thunder.
The eight men paled. Each revealed their True Fate and unleashed their strongest attacks.
“Void Leap!”
“Martial Heaven Sword Force!”
“Immortal Art, Grace of Heaven!”