502 The Final Trump Card

The entire city was in rubble.

Wraiths wandered about, searching for any remaining humans.

Once found, they would make them choose between dying, or being converted into Wraiths.

Towards the Wraiths' actions, the Demis couldn't really say anything.

If you compare relative strength, they were indeed stronger.

But when it comes to catching slaves, even though they had the experience of raising human servants, the speed of which they caught and transported slaves was still too slow compared to the Wraiths.

So dissatisfaction was slowly built up.

Leading to this moment.

At a large square somewhere among the rubble.

Thousands of Wraiths had surrounded the Demis.

A golden gleam of light.

A gold metal sphere nimbly weaved among the Wraiths before returning.

It was only then that blinding flashes of light erupted in the Wraith's ranks.