That punch was plain and unadorned.
Only an utterly tragic fighting spirit, as though it would burn itself to ashes, had been condensed within the space of that fist.
Lin Langtian's fist collided fiercely in midair with the Dark Demon King's heavy pestle, which contained the full force of its demonic power.
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
The next moment.
"Crack!"
A faint, crisp sound, like glazed glass shattering, rang out from the core of the collision.
For the first time, a visible and violent change appeared on the Dark Demon King's shadow-shrouded face. Its violet demonic sun-like pupils abruptly contracted!
Its demonic pestle, infused with the full power of a High-level Earthly Supreme and capable of smashing a Lower-level Earthly Supreme into pulp—
The indestructible body of the pestle, formed from extremely compressed dark demonic power, actually developed a fine crack from the point where it met Lin Langtian's fist!
Like a spiderweb, the crack rapidly spread outward from that point!
"Impossible!"
The Dark Demon King finally spoke in a completely different tone. Its former indifference and amusement were gone, replaced by barely suppressed shock.
"You are merely a Lower-level Earthly Supreme. Your physical body and Spiritual Power have both reached their limits. That punch..."
"This punch..." Blood seeped from the corner of Lin Langtian's mouth as an aura of utter self-sacrifice rose from his body. "Is called the Self-Sacrificing Demonic Fist!"
The instant his words fell.
"Boom!"
The demonic pestle shattered.
It was not knocked away, nor did it explode. Rather, it was forcibly pierced through from within by an even more tyrannical and tragic Fist Intent!
Countless black fragments streaked with violet light surged back toward the Dark Demon King like a reversed rainstorm!
Every fragment contained the remaining demonic power of a High-level Earthly