Red light flickered in the Corpse Demon's eyes, and naturally it feared nothing. It raised its right hand, clenched its five fingers into a fist, black demonic qi surging, and likewise smashed a vicious punch over.
A monster like a Refined Corpse was already possessed of boundless strength, and after being fitted with the arm of the Jialuo Ancient Demon, its might was even more extraordinary. A strange gleam flashed through the Black Tiger Demon King's eyes, and demonic qi billowed around his entire body. The power of that punch suddenly swelled by several more degrees.
Bang!
A muffled thunderclap of a boom entered the ear. Air currents shot in every direction, and the dust they kicked up covered everything within a radius of more than a hundred zhang. The momentum was astonishing beyond compare.
Thud, thud, thud...
The Black Tiger Demon King lost his footing and retreated seven or eight steps in a row before he barely managed to steady himself. His eyes bulged wide, his face filled with horror. "Impossible. How can a mere Nascent Soul-level Corpse Demon clash head-on with me?"
No wonder Black Tiger was astonished. One had to know that although the Demon Race could awaken their spiritual intelligence once they reached the fourth level, and could even shed their beast bodies to take human form, their path of cultivation was still vastly different from that of humans.
For a Demon Race member in the Transformation Realm, generally speaking, there were two choices. One was to continue cultivating the demonic body itself, tempering it until it was incomparably powerful. Aside from a very few vital points, every part of the body could take magical treasures head-on without falling behind.
The other was the same as humans: seeking all kinds of rare treasures and wondrous ores