Su Fan's blood surged through his body like boiling lava. As Wrath of the True Dragon thunderously activated, that surging power swept through him like a tide, boosting his strength more than tenfold.
That pressure seemed poised to break through the shackles of heaven and earth.
The high-ranking guardian deities of the Celestial Race were like guttering candles in the wind before this terrifying power.
With a casual lift of his hand and sweep of his sleeve, Su Fan shattered their defenses as easily as tearing paper. They collapsed in an instant, utterly powerless to fight back.
Immediately afterward, two Golden Armored Warriors charged over with overwhelming momentum, intending to test themselves against Su Fan.
However, Su Fan's eyes were cold as frost. His body flickered like a ghost, and his hands became steel talons, instantly tearing the two warriors into pieces. Fragments of golden armor scattered in all directions like meteors.
Su Fan stared fixedly at Jiang Pei in the distance, his scarlet eyes seeming to burn with the flames of vengeance. He slowly took a step forward, and every step seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun.
"Boom... boom..."
As his thousand-zhang-long Demonic Body moved, the ground shook violently. The thunderous rumble was deafening and sent shivers through the heart.
That sound carried pressure powerful enough to destroy mountains and rivers. Wherever it passed, visible ripples spread through the void, while the air within a thousand li twisted and warped beneath that force, as if space itself were about to be torn apart.
At this moment, Jiang Pei, hovering in the distance, underwent a drastic change in expression, and a trace of panic flashed through his eyes.
He had originally thought that descending into the lower realm, possessing a talented clansman, and carrying out the takeover