Crushing

When they saw Chen Wang crush one of the Devil Lord's heads out of thin air with a single hand, everyone's faces changed in shock.

At that moment, the Devil Lord's figure suddenly turned into a phantom, pulling a distance of several hundred yards away from Chen Wang.

He stared at Chen Wang in disbelief.

After manifesting his Dharma form, his strength had become several times greater than before.

Yet just now, he had not sensed in the slightest what kind of divine ability Chen Wang had used.

The other man's understanding of divine abilities seemed to exist on an entirely different level from his own.

The Devil Lord growled, "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Wang smiled faintly.

"Take a guess."

The Devil Lord's flesh wriggled. Bones, nerves, and tissue rapidly formed, and another head grew out, restoring his Three Heads Six Arms form.

With a low roar, he charged at Chen Wang.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Terrifying explosions rang out without end. His six arms contained dreadful power, throwing out thousands upon thousands of punches in the blink of an eye. Every punch possessed the force to burn mountains and boil seas.

Yet Chen Wang merely stood where he was, without striking back, calmly evading them.

In the span of a finger snap, countless terrifying attacks came at him, yet he strolled through them as if taking a leisurely walk in a garden, entirely unharmed.

The more the Devil Lord fought, the more alarmed he became.

The others were dumbstruck as well. "He's this fierce?"

Chen Wang even had the leisure to mock the Devil Lord. Smiling, he said, "Your use of power is simply crude. A lowly race is a lowly race—like ants, doomed never to achieve anything great in their entire lives."

This was how the Devil