Although the Protective Divine Armor shielded Ji Feng, keeping the Netherworld Filth from touching him, the flecks of mud splashing onto the armor were corroding it furiously.
The Netherworld Filth crawled across the Golden Armor like a living thing, its bone-gnawing shrieks piercing the Dead Silence.
Although the Dao Patterns erupting from the Protective Divine Armor kept the filth outside, the splattered mud was like poison-tempered fangs, greedily gnawing at the barrier built from runes.
In the blink of an eye, the armor's dazzling surface was covered in spiderweb-like cracks. The dark-gold patterns had been corroded into a ruin riddled with holes, like the cracked skin of an old man in his twilight years.
Fortunately, although it looked rather battered, the Golden Armor ultimately withstood the corrosion of the Netherworld Filth.
The veins on Ji Feng's forehead bulged, and the golden light around him suddenly surged, like the blazing sun crashing to earth.
Invisible ripples thundered outward from him as their center, and space twisted and trembled like a shattered mirror.
The Netherworld Filth on the armor's surface was shaken loose in rustling clumps, yet several lumps remained embedded deep in the corrosion marks like an incurable parasite.
He urged his Divine Power once more. Blinding golden light shot straight into the heavens, finally shaking the last trace of filth into dust.
However, before he could even catch his breath, a pressure powerful enough to crush mountains descended with a thunderous roar.
"Boom..."
A figure streaked across dozens of miles like a bolt of lightning.
By the time that figure, wrapped in an utterly terrifying aura, reached him, it had transformed into a colossal Demonic Body over a thousand zhang tall.
Endless demonic smoke tore through the sky. A thousand-zhang Demonic Body came hurtling through the air, carrying a bloody