Yan Liu looked at Chen Fei with a face full of cruelty. No matter how formidable you were, what could you do? Before power on the level of a Demon King, all beneath the Demon King were ants.
Chen Fei struggled to raise his head toward Yan Liu. His entire body felt as though it were being crushed beneath ten thousand mountains. Not only could his body not move, even his vital energy and mind seemed to have fallen into stagnation.
Though the Demon King power Yan Liu had unleashed was limited by its somewhat weaker realm, restricting how much Demon King power it could withstand, it still had a great chance of killing a Peak Joint Aperture Realm cultivator.
With Chen Fei's current strength, if he took this Demon King power head-on, the likelihood of being wiped out on the spot was extremely high.
Chen Fei had long anticipated that Yan Liu would possess Demon King power. As a descendant of a Demon King, having such a trump card was practically inevitable. Yet Chen Fei had not fled just now; he had chosen to meet it head-on.
A glow appeared above Chen Fei's head, revealing a Broken Ruler—the damaged Spiritual Treasure Chen Fei had obtained back then.
The power of this Spiritual Treasure did not even measure up to a Top-grade Magic Treasure. At present, it was only somewhat stronger than the Qian Yuan Sword. Yet in certain aspects, this Broken Ruler still retained a fraction of a Spiritual Treasure's power.
Demon King power was, in essence, primarily an absolute suppression directed at the mind or divine soul. This arose from the difference in rank.
The actual demon power contained within this Demon King power was not particularly overwhelming. If there were too much of it, Yan Liu itself