Ah! Dammit!
A large footprint stamped onto the belly of the Bull Demon King, instantly sending his body flying backward like a cannonball.
Ouch!
A staff descended from the back of the Peng Demon King's head, sending him staggering and nearly knocking him out cold.
The Bull Demon King, Peng Demon King, Jiao Demon King, Nine-Headed Insect, Macaca King, and Wang Ming engaged in a fierce, nonstop battle in midair.
The five great demons were thrown into a flustered panic by the dense barrage of attacks, finding them hard to manage.
If not for their thick hides and tough flesh, a single hit would have wiped them out entirely.
Golden light radiated from Wang Ming's entire body as he spun like a top, unleashing fists, blade projections, and leg force in all directions.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Impacted by the force, the five demon kings plummeted from the sky and crashed into the mountain peaks.
All five demons felt the Qi and blood churning uncomfortably within their bodies, but seeing that Wang Ming seemed about to leave the scene, the Bull Demon King and the others immediately gritted their teeth, scrambled to their feet, and soared up on clouds to battle Wang Ming once more.
They knew very well that their combat prowess fell short of Wang Ming's, yet they would never be reconciled to letting him just walk away.
Because they were well aware that eleven great demons ambushed in the dark clouds above were slowly and stealthily closing in on Wang Ming's position.
The eleven great demons in the sky were not unwilling to move faster, but had they hurried, they could not have concealed their figures and would surely have been discovered by Wang Ming—and should Wang Ming try to escape afterward, capturing him would