Thousand Moons

"You're that legendary Skinless Warlock, aren't you? How strange. You should be some flesh-and-blood Demigod twisting its body to disguise itself. Good, very good. I like opponents like this! Stand back. I'll handle this!"

Fallen Fist had not expected to encounter a top-tier Newly Advanced Demigod Realm opponent so quickly. Black flames burned around him, covering his body and wings of flesh, making him seem like a pitch-black God or Devil. He flew into the sky and dived toward the Skinless Warlock.

The Skinless Warlock silently watched Fallen Fist. As they drew close, Fallen Fist suddenly swung the White Bone Staff, smashing it forward.

Black flames coiled around the White Bone Staff. The power of countless Demonic Beast heads formed a massive shockwave over ten meters wide, enough to crush the more than two-meter-tall Skinless Warlock into powder.

The Skinless Warlock raised his left hand, passed through the white shockwave, tore apart the black demonic flames, and seized the head of the White Bone Staff.

"Hm?"

Fallen Fist yanked backward, but the White Bone Staff did not move an inch.

In that instant, a familiar scene surfaced in his mind.

He still remembered that, decades ago, when he was a seven-year-old child, he had swung a small staff at his father, who was sparring with him.

His father had caught the staff, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it back.

Back then, he had only been in the Qi-Blood Realm, while his father had already been a Demigod.

From then on, he had never again experienced such an overwhelming gap in strength.

Until this moment.

His opponent was a mage.

"Your strength..."

Fallen Fist's eyes filled with indescribable astonishment, as though uncovering the source of his opponent's power mattered more than his own life or