The decisive battle was not just empty talk. Wei Fan and Gao Wanfu had come to kill the Golden Roc Demon King, Gongyang Bo led the Crimson Sun King to kill the Black Winged Tiger King, while Wei Zhenwu remained at Xuanhe Sect to prevent the Xuanhe Sect Holy Lord from escaping.
Aside from Martial King powerhouses like them, the armies of the major human dynasties had already crossed their borders and begun sweeping through demon territory.
Boom!
Gao Wanfu struck with his palm, and the void seemed on the verge of collapsing. At the same time, Wei Fan also sent out a palm strike.
Yet compared to Gao Wanfu's, his palm force was far less earth-shaking, even rather ordinary.
But the Golden Roc Demon King revealed a grave expression. Ignoring Gao Wanfu's attack, he focused all his strength on dealing with Wei Fan's strike.
"Even if my Demon Race is destroyed in an all-out war, your human race will pay a painful price!"
This time, both his hands transformed into wings that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, slashing at Wei Fan like heavenly blades.
Boom!
Gao Wanfu's palm struck his body, producing a dull clang like metal being hammered. His body merely swayed, and he did not appear seriously injured.
The only one he had remained wary of was Wei Fan. After all, the Sky-Propping Demon King had personally witnessed Wei Fan blast the Purple-Eyed Demon King apart with a single punch. Although Wei Fan's earlier display did not seem capable of blowing up the Purple-Eyed Demon King in one strike, he still did not dare be careless.
As the twin wings slashed down, Wei Fan used the Flowing Cloud Clear Wind Steps to dodge at the instant they were about to collide. Only then did