Strange Tree Bark

Bang!

The moment Yuan Ming's fists struck the two Wengjin Hammers, the violent impact sent both hammers flying back.

Yuan Ming's arms also trembled sharply, and he felt an intense shock run through his bones. He immediately shook his arms, dispersing that force.

After staggering back several steps, the bald Demonic Cultivator steadied himself. He stared at the cultivator who had recklessly charged in, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His two Wengjin Hammers had been forged from numerous high-grade spirit materials and sealed with the Demonic Souls of two Soul-Shaking Beasts as Artifact Spirits. They were high-grade magic treasures nearly comparable to spirit treasures, yet that man had blocked them with his bare hands.

Before he could recover from his shock, Yuan Ming had already charged at him again.

This time, however, he did not fight empty-handed. With a twist of his wrist, the Immortal Slaying Sword appeared in his hand.

It was not that he could not defeat the opponent bare-handed, but that he did not wish to waste time here.

The Black Fiend Sect's defeat was only a matter of time. He needed to find that crystal before then, so he had to end this quickly.

Seeing Yuan Ming charge in with his sword, the bald Demonic Cultivator roared. Magic power surged from within him and flooded into the two Wengjin Hammers.

Light flashed across the hammerheads, and two black phantoms of Magic Beasts immediately condensed around them. Solid and undispersed, they wrapped around the hammers and radiated intense spiritual power fluctuations.

The bald Demonic Cultivator rushed forward, leaped into the air, raised both arms high, and smashed down fiercely with his twin hammers.

In the void, howling winds mingled with unceasing beast roars. The sound shook several nearby Black Fiend Sect Demonic Cultivators unconscious, yet it could