"What presumptuous nonsense!" The hoarse voice in the passage rang out again. Before the speaker had even finished, more than a dozen humanoid demons drifted out of the gloom. Their backs bristled with root-like tentacles, making them look like withered trees.
These demons were broadly humanoid, but their feet were shadows resembling tree roots. The dense roots seemed to have taken root throughout the entire void.
Jin Tong swung his hammer out. His attacks had always been broad and forceful.
He gathered the power of wind and thunder, pushing both speed and might to the utmost limits his body could reach. He broke technique with strength and suppressed his opponents with speed, leaving them nowhere to evade.
The enemy's cultivation was probably no weaker than his own. Since he could not yet tell the depths of the other side, he had to launch a probing attack first and see what they were made of.
The hammer's might was far from weak. The twelve demonic bodies on the opposite side simultaneously swung their withered-wood staffs at the great hammer.
The instant the two sides collided, fine roots sprouted from the withered-wood staffs. In an instant, they intertwined into something resembling a tray and caught the entire great hammer.
The momentum of Jin Tong's descending hammer had not yet faded. Yet with every inch it pressed downward, the resistance increased layer by layer. The roots continued spreading, attempting to coil completely around the hammer.
By the time Jin Tong tried to withdraw, part of the hammer was already entangled. He was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.
"Not bad, Withered Thorn Old Demon. This move of yours is already no weaker than that of an ordinary demon lord."
Though Jin Tong had fallen into the other party's calculations as