The blood-red figure was none other than Ye Mo. Although the artifact spirit within Ye Xiwen's demonic blade had already been erased, Ye Mo was still there.
Ye Mo charged straight out, striking just as the artifact spirit was about to rush into Ye Xiwen.
"Heh heh, to make a move before this ancestor—you've really got nerve!" He sneered and unleashed an unknown supreme art of the Devil Race. It looked incomparably profound as countless demonic laws emerged, far more mysterious than Yi Shi's demonic techniques from earlier.
Having followed the Devil Lord for who knew how many years, leaving aside everything else, he alone knew an untold number of martial arts from the Devil Realm. Even Divine Rank martial arts were nothing to him. If he had possessed a physical body, he would have been another peerless devil overlord.
Before this artifact spirit, which had only just begun to take shape, Ye Mo was absolutely an ancestor-level existence.
Even he himself did not know how many years he had lived. He was undoubtedly an old monster of the highest order.
Boom! Before Ye Mo, who had lived for countless years, this artifact spirit was as immature as a child and was punched straight through.
Roar! The artifact spirit immediately let out shriek after shriek, howling miserably as though Ye Mo's punch had nearly scattered it completely.
At that moment, the Crocodile Crown Prince moved again. He could not simply watch as the artifact spirit within his demonic spear was blasted apart by Ye Mo. His spear snapped back at once, instantly pulling the artifact spirit away from Ye Mo. He immediately decided not to continue this clash with Ye Xiwen. The artifact spirit before him was too terrifying, and he had no idea how much more mature it was