Nothing—from trees to living beings—within a radius of a hundred meters could escape.
Animals died and turned mummified.
If any human were within the radius, they would end up with the same fate as those animals.
That was the terror of Demonic Cultivation.
As the beams were absorbed in Waylon's body, Waylon's body slowly turned visible.
The martial energy in him was instantly recovered. In fact, he had more martial energy in him than before.
"I knew it. I knew that Demonic Cultivation was nothing good," Jacob commented, narrowing his eyes as he watched the plants and the animals die around him.
"To you, no. But, to me? This is the art of the gods!"
With that said, Waylon slammed his palm toward Jacob.
A formidable wave of energy surged toward Jacob and enveloped him.
There seemed to be an unlimited amount of martial energy in Waylon, and they slammed against Jacob's body like sharpened blades.