Rikkaidai? Shitenhoji?

After merely several dozen exchanges, he had already been completely suppressed by Hou, forced back step by step;

the longer it went on, the clearer his defeat became.

If not for the Yama Emperor Sword protecting his body, he would likely have perished on the spot long ago!

Even so, he had still narrowly escaped death several times during their clash—

more than once, sharp claws had grazed past his throat, while poisonous mist struck straight at his face.

Had he been half a beat slower, his soul would have scattered and his spirit dissipated!

If this continued, defeat was only a matter of time.

Whether he could even survive had become an unknown.

The other Yamas, witnessing this scene, could no longer hold themselves back and rushed forward to lend support!

Yet Hou treated them as though they were nothing.

With a sweep of its foreclaw, it viciously sent the Yama King flying;

then its tail whipped sideways, lashing out wreathed in surging demonic flames!

The rest were immediately blasted backward and smashed heavily into the ground.

Before their old wounds had healed, new injuries were added. Every one of them lay limp, unable to rise.

Some struggled several times, only to collapse face-down and remain still;

those more severely injured had already fainted, their breaths faint.

This was the true might of an ancient ferocious beast!

Ordinary living beings did not even have the right to look up at it!

It was enough to chill one to the bone!

The Yama King staggered back over a hundred paces, his blood and qi churning violently within his chest.

That claw strike had not merely sent him flying—it had shifted his internal organs and left his meridians sluggish.

Fortunately, the Yama Emperor Sword had protected its master in time, blocking