"Pfft!" The giant head was struck by the Demon God once again, and even its aura weakened considerably.
Already suffering severe injuries, he was wounded even more heavily.
Clearly, the Demon God's current state was such that even the Primal Qi he spewed from his mouth could injure others.
However, none of this compared to the shock the Demon God had brought him at this moment.
Bai Ming truly had never imagined that this Demon God could merge the Primordial Spirits that had already been split apart.
Back then, he and Bai Mang had spent so much effort separating the Demon God from his clone and turning them against each other.
Yet he had never expected that the Demon God would now turn the tables and trick him in return.
At this moment, the Demon God looked at the Nether River Lord, Bai Ming, and was filled with indescribable delight.
He had waited for this opportunity for countless years, and at last, he had gotten it.
Although this could not truly defeat Bai Ming in one blow,
it could at the very least leave him severely wounded. His strength might even decline from this point onward.
If he could use this opportunity to destroy Bai Ming's clone, that would be even better for him.
Of course, what delighted him most was that he had finally used this opportunity to advance his own strength another step.
When he truly faced Bai Ming and Bai Mang in the future, he would at least have the power to protect himself.
Back then, it had been Bai Ming who had incited his clone, causing it to become disloyal and plot to betray him.
Bai Ming had never imagined that this had merely been the Demon God's ploy to turn the tables, allowing his clone