After delivering such a powerful blow, the devil shaman still felt that this level of power was far from enough to deal with someone who had been powerful enough to tear through his men just a few minutes back. The devil shaman floated off the ground and delivered one powerful blow after another.
His golden sword was his totem. He had fueled it for decades with his power and soul. The totem glowed as the man swung out, delivering one powerful slash of light after another. The attacks changed the landscape and changed the flow of the river that had been in existence for thousands of years. Natural disasters rocked the nearby areas, making sure that no living thing could inhabit this land for the next ten thousand years.
