At this moment, whether they were demon kings or grandmasters, they all felt an indescribable terrifying power from the suddenly appearing giant hand.

For a moment, they were frozen in place and unable to move, and they were powerless to launch another attack to capture the Peacock Demon King.

Just as everyone was at a loss, a muffled groan suddenly came from the sky, and then the giant hand, as if it had been severely injured, suddenly shrank into the clouds, disappearing along with the Peacock Demon King...

Watching helplessly as the Peacock Demon King, on the verge of death, was rescued, and feeling the pressure that had not dissipated, everyone, including the rogue demon kings and the foreign extraordinary beings, stood frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.

After a long while, a heavy sigh suddenly came from the sky, then the dark clouds dissipated and a light drizzle began to fall.

Under the blessing of this gentle spring breeze and drizzle, all the Chinese grandmasters could feel their spiritual energy rapidly increasing, and even the various injuries they had suffered in the great battle were quickly recovering.

Even with a spiritual energy sea far exceeding that of ordinary people, Young Master Wang could still feel the spiritual energy within his body gradually increasing under the spring rain...

In contrast, those demon kings were not so lucky.

As if the rain possessed some irresistible power, it silently collapsed the moment the spring rain fell upon it, its face serene, without the slightest struggle.

He died so mysteriously and silently.

Some sea creatures even had their physical bodies rot away under the rain, leaving only corpses and inner cores scattered on the ground, clattering and tumbling as they fell to the floor, spinning around...

It should be noted that although the number of demon kings in this ruin is not large, there are still over a hundred, and even several of the Peacock Demon King's subordinates have all perished at this time.

The demon king in front of Cao Rui and Sun Feng was completely turned into a puddle of mud, washed away by the rain, leaving nothing but a complete skeletal specimen.

Faced with such an unexpected change, everyone was still shaken. Even though Hu Weiguo was unwilling, he could only helplessly accept reality and began to arrange for the remaining grandmasters to clean up the battlefield.

After all, the extraordinary phenomenon that just occurred was clearly a contest that was beyond their capabilities.

These are no longer players on the same level. Whether it's the giant hand that suddenly appeared or the heavy sigh that scared the giant hand away, either of them could easily crush them.

Since things have come to this, all we can do is report the facts truthfully afterward and await the military region's decision...

However, Wang Zheng knew more information than most people, and at this moment, his heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

The giant hand retreating westward, the golden banners and temples radiating Buddhist light, and the special identity of the Peacock Demon King—if he still couldn't figure it out by now, he would truly be unworthy of his identity as a transmigrator.

Even if Young Master Wang knew the implications, he still couldn't change any of the facts.

It's obvious that the Peacock Demon King is a pawn of the other side. To exaggerate a bit, it's hard to say whether these beings, whose strength far exceeds their own, have been watching this place all along.

The other party was determined to save the peacock's life, even if it meant suffering a loss themselves. In that case, even if I made a move beforehand, it wouldn't matter...

At this moment, Wang Zheng was pondering whether he could protect himself when facing the giant hand attack. Knowing that the answer was definitely no, the young master Wang's face was full of bitterness.

"I thought that after I finished my transformation into a mortal, being able to crush the Demon King would be considered as having accumulated a certain amount of experience, but now it is clear that the waters of this world are much deeper than I imagined."

"Damn it, when will this constant fear and walking on thin ice ever end!"

Every time he saw something beyond his comprehension, Young Master Wang felt a sense of powerlessness. However, he wasn't without trump cards; he could just pull himself together and start over...

This battle for the ruins, which started strong but ended weakly, has now come to a complete end, concluding with the tragic deaths of all the demon kings.

Looking at the few Grandmasters scattered across the field, and the other Transcendent beings licking their wounds, Wang Zheng's eyes flashed with strange light.

Although these opportunists were not severely damaged by the spring rain, they clearly did not benefit from it either.

After all, their injuries had not yet healed, and most of them were quite wary of the rain.

This is clearly a perk enjoyed only by all Chinese grandmasters.

Just as Wang Zheng was pondering whether or not to let these guys go, he suddenly noticed that someone actually dared to have ulterior motives towards the inner core on the ground.

Isn't this just courting death?

Young Master Wang's eyes widened as he looked around and immediately noticed that two Koreans in the distance had quietly hidden at the back of the crowd.

Then, without making a sound, he stretched out his short, bow-legged leg and carefully used his foot to gather the few inner cores on the ground together, his greed almost impossible to conceal.

The Japanese devils on the other side were even more outrageous.

Young Master Wang hadn't even removed them from the kill list yet, and now they dared to openly pick up the inner cores from the ground and put them into their storage equipment.

Besides them, representatives from many other small Southeast Asian countries are also taking advantage of the situation to reap huge profits...

Perhaps due to the situation on the field, or perhaps due to considerations of international image.

The Chinese masters, who held absolute initiative on the field, did not speak out to stop it. They domineeringly seized all the benefits for themselves, but in the process, they silently accelerated their actions, trying to minimize their losses as much as possible.

But Young Master Wang had long regarded these inner cores as his own... cough cough... as the benefit of all of China, and he was unwilling to let them get even a tiny bit of them, let alone take advantage of them, not to mention the resentment that had already been brewing.

Without a second thought, Young Master Wang sprang into action and charged toward the five extraordinary individuals from his nation. His speed was so great that even Hu Weiguo, who had just tried to approach him, couldn't stop him.

No wonder those damned Japanese devils had no good intentions; just as Wang Zheng made his move, these guilty guys were already on guard.

In particular, the Onmyoji named Inuichiro had been keeping a close eye on Young Master Wang's every move.

"Watch out, the Chinese are coming!"

Seeing Wang Zheng suddenly jump up, Xiao Quan immediately shouted.

The only female ninja among them reacted quickly, flashing forward to block the puppy.

At the same time, her hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and suddenly countless pink mists rose from her body, enveloping Wang Zheng and herself.

Amidst a pinkish miasma, the woman revealed her exquisite face. Her bright eyes sparkled, captivating all who beheld her. Her movements were graceful and delicate, exuding a charming and fragile allure.

Her alluring figure was partially obscured by the thin mist, and her fair, tender flesh stirred the heart and stirred the mind with lustful thoughts...