The Specter

"This…"

The Demon Saint, sensing the impending doom, let out a guttural roar. But it was too late. The Hand of the Death God reached out, its grasp was inevitable.

Bam!

The terrifying hand summoned by Lesley and her team caught the Demon Saint in its clutches while it emitted an immense and almost solid pressure.

"We got him… Haha! I enjoyed hunting you, Mr. Demon Saint."

Lesley stepped forward, her eyes seemed to be filled with amusement now that the Demon Saint's life was on the verge of being extinguished...

"This is for all the Dark Alchemists you killed in the special laboratory…" She whispered, and with a flick of her wrist, the huge hand they summoned clenched tightly.

Splat~

There was a sound like thunder, a scream that echoed through the valley, and then silence. The Demon Saint was no more, crushed by the might of the Dark Arts Practitioners' summon.