Ang turned the last Demon corpse into ashes, and the battlefield fell into brief silence.
He let out a long breath and was about to gather the spoils before leaving.
Suddenly, his heart clenched—the indescribable pressure felt as though an invisible hand had fiercely gripped his chest.
The air abruptly froze, and the very breath of heaven and earth seemed to come to a complete standstill in that instant.
"What is this...?" Ang looked up, his expression changing drastically.
From the northern horizon, a tidal wave of overwhelming pressure came flooding toward him. The power was cold, grim, and reeked of death as it bore down on him.
Every hair on his body stood on end. Instinctively, he knew that if he did not react immediately, he would die here in the next moment.
With a thought, Six-armed Momentum instantly entered the Enchanted Armament.
With a muffled boom, Ang's body shot up from the ground and rapidly expanded amid the surging Chaos Power, quickly transforming into a ten-meter-tall giant.
The flowing light of the Enchanted Armament spread across his body, tightly protecting every inch of flesh.
Six kinds of magic power surged wildly within him. In an instant, they were all converted into Chaos Power, and even his Qi force was completely assimilated.
"Roar—!" Ang threw back his head and roared. The soundwave exploded like thunder, forming a visible shockwave that spread in all directions and shook the nearby rocks until they cracked and collapsed.
Only then did he finally see the source of that pressure—a pitch-black spear tearing through the air at absolute speed.
It carried no trace of light, yet it was more dazzling than any blazing sun.
That power had locked onto him, and despair suddenly rose in Ang's heart. This spear would pierce through everything.
"Damn