The Nether Demon Lord saw Yang Peng's attack speed slow down, and a burst of joy swept through his heart.
After all, if he could survive, who would willingly self-destruct?
Just now, he had only acted out of momentary panic, causing the primal qi in his body to slip out of control. He had never intended to destroy himself.
He had not expected that this unintentional act would instead reveal a chance to escape.
Only after enduring Yang Peng's successive attacks did the Nether Demon Lord realize that even among warriors of the same Third-Tier Divine Realm, there were differences in strength.
Moreover, the gap between them could be enormous.
The Divine Realm warrior before him was clearly also in the Third-Tier Divine Realm.
Yet whether it was his use of cultivation techniques or his control over the changes in his own body, he surpassed the Nether Demon Lord by an unknown amount.
That was why, despite both being in the same realm, the difference in their combat strength could be so vast.
Even so, the Nether Demon Lord still had no intention of self-destructing.
A warrior's heart of cultivation had to endure a thousand hammerings before it could continue breaking through.
What was more, the Nether Demon Lord was now in the Third-Tier Divine Realm.
From the moment he had first embarked on cultivation, through every breakthrough, no one knew how much suffering he had endured to reach his current height.
The Nether Demon Lord's eyes shifted. He continued controlling the primal qi in his body, making it surge wildly, looking as though he were gathering primal qi to prepare for self-destruction.
The scepter in his hand shone brightly. The orb decorating it also suddenly became dazzling, and he swung it toward Yang Peng.
A stream of black primal