Above the Alligator Demon's back, the clash raged fiercely. Two different forces collided and spilled outward, stirring heaven and earth into changing colors and throwing all directions into chaos.
Vortices over a thousand meters wide constantly formed and vanished. The air was torn apart, churned up, and compressed into masses.
From the outside, Zhou Nanwang's attack had been blocked, unable to advance even an inch.
Its destructive power was even inferior to the Four Symbols Wandering God Blade. At least that earlier strike had pressed close against the iron lump, pierced several wounds, and produced solid results.
Yet an ominous premonition lingered in its heart, leaving the Alligator Demon restless.
Zhou Nanwang was clearly just a newly arrived provincial governor. It had fought the governors of several southeastern provinces before; there should not have been such a great emotional disturbance.
The true purpose of this assault was the Demon Transformation Cauldron. Killing people was merely incidental.
But the feeling Zhou Nanwang gave it was anything but ordinary. Beneath his plainness lurked danger.
That was right—danger, a perilous feeling that threatened its life.
"Lift!"
Zhou Nanwang's voice rang out. The Dot Picker exhausted its last shred of strength and stopped ten meters from its back.
This was as far as it could go. Like a powerful crossbow at the end of its strength, it could not press forward another fraction.
The Alligator Demon was just about to counterattack. Its Copper Head Heart-Piercing Cone came and went without a trace; once it struck, it could take an enemy's life, ready to fire at any moment.
Suddenly, its heart jolted, like the foreboding before a great building collapsed.
Zhou Nanwang flicked his wrist. The Dot Picker traced a massive arc, circling from above its back to its lower abdomen before stabbing toward the