"After suffering such grievous injuries and expending so much Mystic Power, how could his attacks still be this fierce?"
The Bull Horn Demon King's heart pounded in terror. He fought as he retreated, truly not daring to face Fan Lang's edge head-on.
Even this Demon King was like this, let alone the lesser demons.
By himself, Fan Lang forced back the many demons and monsters, cutting them down beneath his sword one after another.
Fight, then fight again.
Fan Lang had turned into a killing machine, relentlessly slaughtering the enemies around him. He used every bit of power available to him; even his teeth were weapons.
Every kill brought considerable Experience Points, each gain adding up and sending his experience bar soaring.
Danger often existed alongside opportunity. The Experience Points he earned in this battle were exceptionally plentiful, bringing him step by step closer to becoming a Mystic God.
He forged glory atop mountains of corpses and carved out a future within seas of blood.
There were fewer and fewer enemies around him, while more and more corpses littered the ground.
Fan Lang was covered in wounds, and even the Ruthless Sword in his hand had shattered.
Only a few dozen demons remained. Even the Whale Dragon Demon King had been slain in the recent battle, while the Bull Horn Demon King was still fighting.
The Bull Horn Demon King felt that victory was within reach. As long as he held on a little longer, he could fight Fan Lang to the death. Then he would be the final victor, able to claim that precious World Creation Spirit Fruit, soar in strength, and become the supreme overlord of Purgatory Continent!
With that thought in mind, the Bull Horn Demon King gritted his teeth and continued fighting!
"Haah!!!"
Seizing an opportunity,