Yi Ye, the Primordial Demon God of the Winged Demon Race, had been stifled beyond measure.
Wang Meng had penned him up like livestock and brutally beaten him.
Now, bolstered by the mighty power of the blood sea beneath Sanhe City and the Ancestor Altar within the Demon God Palace, he finally broke through Wang Meng's seal.
In almost an instant, Yi Ye revealed every trump card he had kept hidden away, intent on torturing Wang Meng to death.
The blood light around him blazed to its utmost brilliance, while the roar of wind and thunder resounded throughout heaven and earth.
The wind was hollow as a cavern, illusory as the void; the lightning was red as blood.
The Winged Demon Clan was inherently adept at speed and the Space Law. By combining speed and space, they had developed a unique Divine Ability and Secret Art that compressed and restricted space.
As the giant wings stirred wind and thunder, the space in every direction collapsed and compressed toward Wang Meng, continually shrinking his room to move, seeking to pin him firmly in place.
Blood lightning fell like rain.
The Winged Demon Clan's Wind and Thunder Lightning carried the righteous, evil-slaying aura of heaven and earth's thunder, yet it was steeped in killing intent, baleful intent, and blood qi. Once struck, one would suffer unimaginable effects beneath the assault of this lightning, filled with righteous evil-slaying energy, killing intent, baleful intent, blood qi, and other Negative Energy.
At this moment, Yi Ye, who had just been stifled to the extreme, also pushed his Winged Demon Clan's Wind Thunder Evil Beak to its limit. It transformed into a phantom of a Winged Demon, at times becoming lightning like a swooping eagle and blending into the countless bolts, seeking to deliver Wang Meng