Book 12: Chapter 99
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of demon soldiers and demonic insects were absorbed by Augustine. As if he had become a black hole, he devoured everything, then he switched his targets to the spirits.
Many spirits, who had not reacted yet, were stuck to the black tentacle. They emitted a devastating scream as their bodies rapidly withered, then aged, until only wrinkled skin and clothes remained.
Seeing their comrades being sucked away, nearly a hundred thousand spirits erupted into screams of horror, rushing desperately in other directions.
There were quarreling, shoving, and trampling.
The mental state of the spirits, which was just fearful and uneasy before, had now escalated into panic.
Many thin and weak spirits were ruthlessly crushed by their companions, falling to the ground and being trampled. Some were injured, while some were even dead.
"Hahahaha! Not a single one of you can escape!" Augustine's energy rapidly increased, and another wave of energy-sucking tentacles burst out from his body.
Currently, not only the spirits, even the other demons of the clan began to retreat, avoiding Augustine. Although the demon clan were not afraid of death, it did not mean they were willing to die. Dying in the hands of the enemies in a battlefield was glorious, but dying in the hands of their own kind was… disgraceful.
Although the demonic insects were unable to have thoughts, they could sense danger. Different from the retreating demon soldiers, the demonic insects chose to actively attack the enemy. For them, tearing the enemy into pieces and chewing them up was the best solution.