Iwan squinted his eyes and stared at the bag as the old demon appeared behind it. Both were in mid-air, and at the moment, the old demon pulled back his fist before launching it at the bag.
"Slow." Iwan, who the same old demon had already hit three times, knew that the old demon was holding most of his strength back. That was how slow his fist moved.
Two breaths later, the fist of the old demon landed on the bag, and the bag exploded.
*Boom*
The needles were catapulted at different angles by the power of the old demons' explosive fist. Some fell near Iwan, and some were even reaching the far end of the grassland. Most needles had landed in between, that is, neither too far from Iwan nor too close to him.