Desperate Strike

The two streams of sword qi collided, setting off a massive explosion. With a thunderous boom, Fan Lang was blasted away.

Roar!

Roar!

The two dragon heads behind his shoulders breathed fire together, forcibly halting Fan Lang's momentum.

Fan Lang glanced at his chest. That collision had shattered the treasure garment he wore and left him quite seriously injured.

His wounds had split open, blood streaming down.

Those costs were worth it.

He turned his head and looked down behind him.

During the recent clash, the Golden Sun War Lion had seized the chance to strike and destroyed the first Array Eye.

It was like clouds parting to reveal the sun. Some of the black energy around them dissipated, and the array's power visibly weakened. As the array weakened, the Demon-Human King's strength was also diminished.

The Demon-Human King's expression changed. It drove the array with all its strength, causing energy storms to rise from the locations of the two remaining Array Eyes, howling as they spun.

It normally kept the Array Eyes hidden, but circumstances had changed. Its opponent seemed to know where they were, so there was no point in concealing them any longer. It might as well increase its power to protect them.

Those two energy storms possessed both offense and defense. Even a Mystic Saint would find them difficult to breach.

"You trespassed into my territory and destroyed my array! You all deserve to die!"

The Demon-Human King opened its mouth in a roar. Its jaws stretched wide, its lower jaw extending all the way to its chest, faintly revealing its beastly form.

A demonic beast was still a demonic beast, after all.

Without a word, Fan Lang swallowed two pills, flipped the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand, and unleashed dragon flames from his shoulders,