"Pop!" The staff in the Nether Demon Lord's hand pierced through the halo. Suddenly, a sense of danger welled up in his heart, and he hurriedly retreated.
"Boom!" The halo pierced by the Nether Demon Lord suddenly expanded, completely enveloping his entire body.
"Ah!" A shriek erupted from the Nether Demon Lord's mouth.
At that moment, there was only one sensation left in the Nether Demon Lord's sea of consciousness: pain—and excruciating pain at that.
He had never experienced such agony, not even when splitting his divine soul.
The Heaven and Earth Essence erupting from that white halo was not only scorching his body; it was burning his divine soul as well. That was what made it so unbearable.
After launching that attack, the aura around Yang Peng also began to grow unstable, and even his breathing became somewhat labored.
Clearly, in order to defeat the Nether Demon Lord in one stroke, Yang Peng had unleashed every ounce of his strength.
However, when he saw the Nether Demon Lord's miserable state, a cruel smile curled at the corner of Yang Peng's lips.
In his heart, the Nether Demon Lord was the one who had killed Bai Yu. He would never let him die so easily.
Yang Peng swept forward through the air, and the long sword in his hand traced another circle. Once again, a halo of light appeared.
If one looked closely, one would see that this white halo was far less stable than the previous one, and much fainter as well.
That was because the current Yang Peng, although he appeared almost the same as before,
had an aura that clearly showed the consumption from his previous strike had been considerable.
Although he could replenish himself with Heaven and Earth Essence, he could not squander it so freely.