Battle at the Demon-Monster Hall

Zhang Tie sank slightly, pushed off with his feet, and shot skyward like an arrow leaving the bow.

In an instant, a dense black streak of light, dark as ink, tore through the air with a piercing shriek and hurtled toward the mountain where the Demon-Monster Hall stood.

He had originally intended to be a hands-off boss, sitting in the rear formation and watching events unfold while reaping the benefits. Yet his calculations had ultimately fallen through, and in the end, he still had no choice but to take the field himself and face this troublesome situation head-on.

In merely a dozen breaths, the black streak had crossed the void and come to a steady stop above the peak occupied by the Demon-Monster Hall.

Zhang Tie's gaze was like lightning as he instantly locked onto the battle below.

Powder Bone was trapped in a tight encirclement, under joint assault from seven fierce-auraed Demon Venerables. The leader possessed a savage snake tail, with demonic energy surging around him and pressure surpassing that of the other demons—he was actually a peak expert at the Great Perfection stage of Demon Venerable!

Powder Bone's situation was extremely perilous.

A three-headed flood dragon wooden carving, pitch-black all over and only five feet tall yet radiating pressure as heavy as a mountain, floated above her head.

The carving was no dead object. Ghostly green soul flames flickered in the eye sockets of its three flood dragon heads, while invisible gravity fields poured from their mouths, pinning Powder Bone down until her bones creaked and she could barely straighten her spine.

If she had not been tightly gripping the Profound Heaven Spirit Extermination Shovel, which shone with strange gray light and continuously trembled with a hum, using the resilient spiritual radiance released by its body to withstand