Wei Fan's killing intent blazed fiercely, his battle blood burned, and his fury seemed ready to overturn the Ninth Heaven.
Over the past month, his hands had been stained with the blood of more than a hundred thousand enemies, and he had slain twenty or thirty Saint realm experts. Yet his fury had not diminished in the slightest, because he had never been forced into such a situation before—where even avenging himself required him to refrain from using his true form.
Before leaving, he had worried that the demons would fail to find him and instead retaliate against Li Jianchen, who was close to him. He had not expected Li Jianchen to be unharmed, while Zhang Ye, the Territory Envoy and the first person he had met upon arriving in Saint City, had met with disaster.
Concealed beneath an ocean-like torrent of blood qi, this furious punch erupted with earth-shattering might. Even the two demon saints fighting Black Dragon Great Sage subconsciously turned to look.
"Retreat!"
The Five-Colored Demonic Ox King's expression changed drastically. The force of that punch made his scalp go numb. That tyrannical fist intent shattered the demonic qi around him, exposing his muscular demon body.
One had to know that he was not even the target of the attack. Merely standing nearby and being suppressed by the fist intent subjected him to such terrifying pressure. If that punch landed on him, it would be enough to blow him apart on the spot.
"Roar..."
The Golden Python King was naturally retreating as well. Every scale on his body stood on end as though his fur had exploded, his soul nearly leaving his body. As the target of the attack, no one knew how terrifying the pressure he was enduring was. His gallbladder was about to burst.
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