With Wei Fan's current cultivation, he could crush even an ordinary Saint Son with a flick of his hand. Apart from Saint Realm powerhouses, almost no one in the world could counterbalance him, even if Xuanyuan Peak came, he could suppress it.
Killing these ordinary Demon Kings is no different from crushing ants. If they join forces, they could resist a bit, but they are scattered and come from different Demon Clans. Killing them is extremely easy for Wei Fan.
He strolled among these twenty-odd creatures, and wherever he went, the life of a Demon King would be reaped, their body blossoming like fireworks, not even a scream was heard. Within a few breaths, the seven or eight Demon Kings present were completely annihilated, killed outright.
"Tap tap tap..."
The surrounding Human Race Martial Kings felt an indescribable fear enveloping them, a chill rising in their hearts, the sound of teeth chattering everywhere.
