One could only await their fate neck outstretched.
Jiang Yuan's eyes swept across the scene, and all the Demon Kings present fell within his gaze.
Thirteen Demon Kings, two Demon Venerables.
That was all who remained here.
The next moment.
Jiang Yuan moved.
His figure suddenly vanished from the sight of the thirteen Demon Kings.
"Not good!"
A sudden shock filled their hearts.
"Scatter and run!"
A voice, hoarse and reminiscent of an old crow, resounded in an instant.
Boom ——
Jiang Yuan reappeared, his fist coming down.
The head of a Demon King exploded instantly, and its primordial spirit was caught in Jiang Yuan's right palm.
Afterward, Jiang Yuan tossed this primordial spirit into the Purple Gold Bowl in his left hand, where the Demon King's soul was then suppressed.
His figure moved again, appearing in front of another Demon King.
With his palm strike, another head shattered.
He grabbed the primordial spirit from the mist of blood.