The ancient stone pillar, standing tall for eons, now crumbled like a cookie under a massive roar and collapsed with a thunderous crash, spreading a cloud of dust over the entire area as the roaring sound continued without pause.
The Winged People Clan Leader folded his wings, sheathed his sword, and stood still, as fiery patterns flickered on his skin like flowing lava.
With just a single sword swing, he had completely destroyed the entire area before him.
Despite the long devolvement and depravity of the entire tribe, as demons, the average strength of the winged ones was still far superior to ordinary humankind. As the clan leader, his power was equivalent to Demon King Level, nearing the ancient Upper Angel.
If he led the tribe to attack, as long as they didn't invade major human metropolises, wiping out smaller towns and cities would not be difficult.
