Faced with such a formidable enemy, Luo Hong did not stop casting his spell at all. Before long, the peaks of the various mountains were crushed by the Yellow Springs Ghost Hand, and countless ghosts were swept into the Netherworld Grotto-heaven.
This only made the Fierce Division King's anger burn even hotter. He clenched his right fist, and black yin wind coiled around it.
The next moment, he charged before Luo Hong and viciously threw his right fist.
With a roar, a black wind dragon surged forth wildly, instantly swallowing Luo Hong's figure.
Yet after such a powerful blow, there was not a trace of satisfaction on the Fierce Division King's face. Instead, he frowned deeply and looked around.
The Luo Hong who had remained behind to cast his spell was merely an illusion. He had somehow fallen victim to the other party's illusion technique!
"A hundred zhang to the right!"
Just then, the Purple Heart King's voice suddenly rang out in the Fierce Division King's primordial spirit.
Immediately, his ox eyes shifted, and he drew in a fierce breath before letting out a thunderous roar.
As the earth trembled, the space around the Fierce Division King immediately became blurry and distorted, forming a translucent protective light barrier that obscured his figure.
Seeing this scene, Luo Hong, who was concealed in the shadows, immediately assumed that the other party had realized he had fallen for an illusion and was using a defensive divine ability to prevent a sneak attack.
But just as Luo Hong was about to employ his spirit eyes to see through the barrier, an even more solid black dragon suddenly burst out from within and charged straight at him.
Luo Hong was startled, but fierce light soon shot from his eyes.
He clenched his right fist, and