Might of the Spear God

The Demon King's eyes were filled with rage, as if flames were burning within them, and he roared, "Foolish Nether Beast!"

Di Yan didn't want to waste any more time. He clasped his hands together, and a large amount of Netherworld Power gathered above him, vaguely condensing into a giant sword that appeared and disappeared, exuding a fierce and terrifying aura.

When the Demon King gazed at the giant sword, a hint of apprehension flickered in his eyes.

He could feel the threat posed by the giant sword, especially if it were to fall on him.

Even if they don't die, they will be severely injured.

But he also knew that the other side couldn't just attack like that.

Because the Formation that binds him is also a form of protection.

To prevent anyone from damaging the Formation from the outside.

Therefore, if they want to severely damage themselves, they will inevitably break the seal within the Formation at some point.

That was also his chance.

He was, after all, the Demon King.

Without the constraints of the Formation, he could do many things, even in a fleeting moment.

"Come on! Try it! Let's see if your methods are more powerful, or mine!" The Demon King's eyes held a sinister glint.

The power within his body was constantly gathering, like a volcano about to erupt, waiting for that moment to arrive.

Ji Xi seemed to know what he was thinking, his eyes filled with indifference as he looked to the side.

Several men dressed in white came out, each holding a pale blue cross in their palm. The crosses had special light patterns on their surface, emitting a faint glow.

They were reciting Cursed Script from their mouths.

The light on the cross intensified and eventually converged, forming a rather unique symbol.

The symbol emitted a special kind of power fluctuation, which spread outwards continuously.

At that moment, Ji Xi took a deep breath, and a long spear appeared in his hand.

With the appearance of this spear, it was as if the White-Clad Spear God had descended once more.

An aura of chilling destructiveness emanated from him.

He held the gun in one hand, exuding an aura of invincibility.

Lin Mu's eyes widened in disbelief upon witnessing this scene.

This is Ji Xi!

The man who was once known as the God of Guns.

The man who slaughtered millions of Demon on Demon battlefield back then.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ji Xi's legend is still widely circulated among martial artists.

It is also the kind of person many martial artists aspire to be.

The spear in Ji Xi's hand was imbued with a layer of Mental Power, and a huge Phantom appeared behind him.

As the Phantom appeared, Ji Xi's Mental Power surged.

He thrust his spear forward.

A beam of light suddenly shot out, passing through the special Rune Seal and arriving directly in front of the Demon King.

Boom!

The light wave suddenly exploded just a few meters away from the Demon King.

Lotus flowers bloomed around the Demon King.

An invisible Mental Power enveloped the Demon King.

There was a hint of blankness in the Demon King's eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to be in a dream world.

"Make your move!" Ji Xi shouted.

As he finished speaking, ripples appeared on the bronze mirror.

A terrifying aura emanated from it.

Faintly, countless Netherworld Power flowed out from it.

One by one, Netherworld Creatures followed this Torrent and came to the Mortal World.

Many people looked at these Netherworld Creatures with a sense of dread.

Many of them were seeing Netherworld Creatures for the first time, so they naturally felt unfamiliar and afraid.

It's like an ordinary person seeing a ghost for the first time!