Boom!
The Seven Lights Control Array, whose power rivaled the Formless Realm and was exceptionally suppressive against demons, collided with the fox shadow—only for every last ray to be blocked, not a single strand falling upon Ye Ling.
A terrifying explosion rang out across the heavens. Countless dazzling lights scattered chaotically and crashed down in all directions, as though the sun and moon had been trampled to pieces and scattered into stars.
Within the shifting light and shadow, Chenghuang's dharma manifestation threw back its head and howled, sending everyone nearby sprawling in chaos.
Zhao Wuhuai felt a chill run through him.
Too strong...
This Demon King... had actually reached the Ancestor Saint Realm. Such might did not pale in the slightest beside many great Ancestor Saint demons of ancient times. It made Zhao Wuhuai feel as if he had returned to that era of worldwide war, when demons rose together and each claimed their own domain.
How many years had they even cultivated for?
Moreover, Chenghuang had never been a combat breed. Their peculiar trait lay in longevity, while their combat attributes centered on speed—treading upon the sun and chasing the moon, Chenghuang pursuing light. They possessed no advantage in raw power, and their bodies were not particularly strong. As a variant among foxes, they did possess innate talents in seduction, Illusions, and mind control, but their gifts in those areas fell far short of the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox.
To put it bluntly, they were not made for war. They were quite suitable as mounts, useful for traveling or providing combat support. In a hard fight, they would likely be defeated by opponents above their realm. Their gifts were nowhere near those of the Soaring Serpent.
Yet this Chenghuang was especially strange. Her combat prowess was tremendous, though no one