Whoosh!
In almost a flash, He Jiu Ling arrived before Wei Fan. His speed was terrifying—without question, the fastest Wei Fan had seen to date.
Even Xie Cailin and Ji Qingyue in the distance failed to see how he moved before he had already closed in on Wei Fan. His two arms transformed into golden wings, crossing like heavenly blades as they slashed at Wei Fan!
"Speed?"
Wei Fan raised an eyebrow and threw a punch directly at the point where the wings crossed.
Rumble...
The next moment, waves of destruction swept out. Everything within a hundred yards of the two instantly turned to dust, while dragon-like clouds of smoke surged into the sky, nearly bursting through the grand formation.
Several great banners flapped wildly, scattering boundless radiance.
"Go stabilize the formation!"
Niu Ding Tian gave a low shout. The destructive shockwave brushed past him like a breeze, while Xiong Kai Shan retreated to a great banner and seized it in his hand.
"The Seven-Colored Golden Body truly is terrifying!"
His expression turned grave. His gaze pierced through the smoke, and he saw several feathers drifting down.
In their first clash, He Jiu Ling, a Demon Venerable bearing Demon Saint bloodline, had clearly fallen into the disadvantage. His physical body could not contend with Wei Fan's.
Wei Fan was only at the Golden Body Seventh Refinement, while He Jiu Ling, this Demon Venerable with Demon Saint bloodline, had already completed the ninth forging of his Golden Body and, like Wei Fan, was attempting to break into the Demon King realm.
Boom boom boom...
He Jiu Ling's wings swept about, carving terrifying ravines into the ground. Sometimes they struck the grand formation, briefly slicing cracks into it.
Wei Fan collided with him madly. After more than a dozen exchanges, golden feathers