Peng Demon King shrieked in agonizing pain.
Wang Ming entered Peng Demon King's body.
No matter the cultivator, being breached from the inside by an enemy was always a grave matter.
This was because nearly all cultivators had much stronger external physical defense than internal defense.
This exact move was learned from that crafty old monkey Sun Wukong.
Although the victory wasn't majestic or blood-pumping, it was undeniably effective.
The vitality within Peng Demon King's body was dissipating, its internal organs bursting apart one after another. Its bones were brutally shattered by Wang Ming's black halberd, its steel-like feathers were shedding, and its whole body was covered in blood and riddled with holes. Its body resembled a sieve, spilling out that scorching demonic blood.
At the same time,
Peng Demon King's Divine Soul was also under assault. Wang Ming preferred not to give enemies any second chance to trouble him, so he meant to completely extinguish Peng Demon King's life.
A mournful cry that shook the void rang out, and all birds between heaven and earth grieved in unison. This was a resonance from the bloodline; they sensed the passing of the Roc.
The massive body of the Roc plummeted from the sky. The light in its eyes faded, ultimately turning into a lifeless ash-gray.
Third Brother!
Human, I, Bull Demon King, am irreconcilably at odds with you.
Bull Demon King roared in bitter hatred. Out of its five sworn brothers, Wang Ming had already slain four; now only Jiao Demon King remained alive.
Big Brother, don't act rashly.
Jiao Demon King held back Bull Demon King, who was about to go collect Peng Demon King's corpse. He knew very well that Wang Ming was still inside Peng Demon King's body, and the moment anyone approached now, they would inevitably