The moment Young Lord Dark Moon saw the jet-black flames, he sensed something strange about them. How could he dare let them strike his body?
His body suddenly flashed with dazzling silver light and split into four before the flames could hit him, while dark-silver radiance shot toward Lu Yang.
One of Lu Yang's Demon God Bodies blocked the attack. Struck by the dark-silver radiance, it lost its ability to cast spells. Lu Yang was startled; he had not expected Young Lord Dark Moon to possess a spell similar to the Extreme Evil Heart Flame.
He and his other seven clones charged Young Lord Dark Moon again, launching a fierce assault as spells infused with illusory emotions spread alongside their attacks.
Young Lord Dark Moon could barely fend off Lu Yang's blows. His mind grew increasingly muddled, and the Flame Storms erupting all around him gradually left him unable to hold out.
"How are you here? How could the White-Robed Holy King have let you bring the main force here? Did he escape?" Young Lord Dark Moon asked indignantly.
"The White-Robed Holy King and his four-million-strong army are already dead. Only you are left now." Lu Yang's attacks became even fiercer. He could sense that if this continued a little longer, Young Lord Dark Moon would either be beaten to death or dragged into an illusion by the illusions covering his entire body.
Even Lu Yang could hardly believe that one day he would be able to kill Young Lord Dark Moon so easily. Not only him—on the other side, Blackflame, Diliya, Luo Siyu, and Lie had never imagined that the Ancient God Kings they were suppressing would one day be left without the slightest ability to resist.
The fire elements they had gathered for two hours were unleashed upon