“Lord Noel, you can pull out his Spiritual Weapon now. He's no longer dangerous," said Ainukeen with a cold expression on his face. He was not ashamed of attacking a child who had just entered the three-yanas sector while he was a Supreme Spirit Lord.
Maiar's face was filled with despair. His throat was being tightly clenched by the Spirit Lord. An enormous force pushed down on the body like a huge mountain was pressing down on him.
The inside of his head was filled with the words "Why? Why? why?"
Noel sneered wickedly. The look in his eyes was contemptuous.
His feet stomped in the air in front of him; numerous heat waves erupted from his body and smashed into all four directions.
“Ainukeen... You did a great job. This person, despite having many treasures, is helpless in front of me, the successor of Star War Clan.” Noel said superiorly.
He took out the ancient crystal shard and threw it at Maiar's body.