Why Must Success Rest in My Hands? The Legacy of Achievement Will Forever Live in Our Hearts

Lingxu lightly clapped his hands, then slowly raised his head and gazed into the distance with great interest.

His eyes, veiled in layers of mist, had long since perceived the Demon King Yixiao's presence.

Yet Lingxu did not take this discovery to heart.

The beautiful lady standing behind the Demon King Yixiao licked her lips and looked down at her descendants below.

She seemed somewhat unable to bear it.

Thus, Lady Luozhi, whose upper body was that of a beautiful woman and whose lower body was a spider's abdomen, waved her hand and unleashed a divine ability.

A tide of poison surged forth below like raging waves, while swarms of scorpions, snakes, rats, and spiders erupted from beneath the earth.

Lingxu stood beneath the vault of heaven, without a single ray of sunlight falling upon him, facing countless members of the Demon Race.

Lingxu clenched his fist, and all the power in his body gathered in an instant, condensing into tangible form.

His fist intent was like a crimson-gold torrent, piercing through the entire battlefield with the force of thunder.

Wherever it passed, demons were torn into fragments, leaving a sight too horrific to behold.

The mountains the Demon Race had brought over, each originally meant to suppress the fortune of mountains and rivers—

Before Lingxu's terrifying fist intent, they were like paper mache, blasted apart directly and reduced to countless pieces of crushed stone scattered across the ground.

At the same time, the seventy-two demon generals directing the battle from the rear were also struck by Lingxu's earth-shattering blow.

They were instantly reduced to ashes, not even a trace of residue remaining.

Lingxu stood in the wind.

A great demon attempted to directly attack the city, forcing Lingxu to defend.

Lingxu sent it flying back with a single punch,