From the metal box at his waist, large droplets of liquid metal rose. These silver metallic particles had now transformed under the terrifying pulsations of the Sorrow Bell's spirit energy, becoming a golden-red metallic gas, swirling around him like a corona.
The demon general raised his hand, lifting two fingers, pointing directly at the distant armored squad.
The golden-red light shot out with a piercing whistling, like a trail of flame breaking through the sky.
In that instant, the instincts of Green Tide's crisis mode went wild with warnings, and in the end, he could only shout, "Disperse!"
The armored squad scattered immediately, but how could even those below the Third Energy Level withstand the furious strike of the Sorrow Bell?
