Fu Zeguang had been closely watching Meng Zhao. Seeing how tyrannical his martial arts were, his face turned green. It felt as though a divine dragon descending from the sky was crushing his spirit, while his entire body sank into a mire. From all directions, powerful forces of compression and tearing continually arose. His heart pounded wildly, and his blood surged through his body.
More than that, beneath Meng Zhao's grasp, a powerful suction force formed within the space covered by the dragon claw.
For an instant, even Fu Zeguang's dense and solid Hundred Ghosts Profound Gang seemed on the verge of being drawn out of his body. This was precisely due to the incorporation of part of the Heaven Swallowing Sun Devouring Great Law's essence.
"What kind of demonic art is this?"
That was the only question left in Fu Zeguang's mind. There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to evade. He could only rouse every scrap of his power and condense a gigantic ghostly face, which bit toward the descending dragon claw.
This ghostly face was his Martial Dao Dharma Form. Within the Hundred Ghosts Profound Gang, it was the foremost of the Five Ghost Kings. Its face was blue, its fangs bared, swirling black cloud-patterns spread across its features, and it was incomparably vicious and sinister. Ghostly qi filled it; even a sturdy Houtian Realm martial artist who inadvertently inhaled a trace of it would suffer flesh corrosion and fall gravely ill.
Yet when the ghostly face collided with the dragon claw, it was like an incomparably fragile pane of glass, shattered at once without lasting even a moment. As the powerful backlash injured Fu Zeguang, before he could react, the dragon claw seized him and lifted him into the air.
Fu Zeguang's expression changed drastically. He