"You are not worthy of riding in the same carriage as me." Fan Lang's voice was icy as he calmly dealt with the situation, flipping his palm and striking toward where Demon Taotie had appeared.
This palm strike was immensely destructive, blasting out a spherical void directly ahead. There was nothing within that void; even the laws had been utterly destroyed.
Though powerful, it failed to hit Demon Taotie. The instant she was attacked, she had already flashed away and appeared elsewhere.
"That strike was truly dangerous. Good thing I dodged quickly enough. The stronger you are, the better your meat must taste. I'm getting a little impatient!"
Demon Taotie wore a savage grin as she abruptly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Her tongue swelled enormously, like a red dragon of flesh. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to tens of thousands of zhang in size and split into countless forks. Upon this colossal creation of tongue, many mouths split open, each one filled with sharp fangs.
If Demon Taotie wished, she could even devour an entire starfield with this tongue!
Fan Lang and his carriage were enveloped by the bizarre world formed from the tongue. The eight Demon Race experts pulling the carriage attacked together, combining with the defensive effects of the Demon Spirit Skeleton Car to form an incomparably sharp barrier.
The barrier flashed with saber light and sword shadows, destroying everything it touched. However much of Demon Taotie's tongue stretched toward it, that much was immediately shredded apart.
Fan Lang drove the carriage in a charge, carving a bloody path with the sharp outer barrier. Flesh and blood flew everywhere in his wake, creating a scene of immense intensity.
Demon Taotie's voice sounded from all around. Every mouth on the tongue could