Above the heavens of the otherworld, the Ninety-Nine Stone Steps were shattered by Yan Kuan's single slap and crashed down to the earth. No one had expected such an outcome.
Everyone had originally believed that a clash involving beings above the King level would be a world-shaking battle. Yet it had turned out to be a one-sided crushing defeat. That palm had swatted aside the otherworld's trump card, the imperial avatar Demon Lord holy shadow, as easily as swatting a fly.
"You... cannot kill me..."
A rather strained voice rang out. The shattered Altar Stone Gate actually reassembled once more and was pushed open again. A blurry figure slowly stepped out, though its aura was far weaker than before.
Roar!
The demonic shadow roared, and devilish mist surged across the sky. Black fog drifted about, dark clouds and smoke everywhere, like strips of black silk winding through the air.
The demonic shadow stared at Yan Kuan's palm. Within the Black Mist, his form could not be seen clearly; only those eyes flashed with a chilling light that seized the soul.
The Black Mist churned as he extended a massive demonic hand. Strands of black lines linked the fingers and palm, weaving into a demonic net that attempted to envelop the giant hand in the sky.
Those seemingly ordinary black lines represented all manner of Great Dao orders, manifestations of supreme Divine Laws and the foundation of the demonic source. This was power beyond physical form itself, an incarnation of the origin of the demonic path.
Fear, anxiety, irritation... endless negative emotions ravaged the minds of the many Stone Men and Ancestor Gods watching this battle. Such feelings had been absent from them for who knew how many tens of thousands of years. Their return now was enough to show that