Defeating the enemy with damage reflection

Whoosh.

Qin Tian hovered in the center of the sea of lightning, his calm gaze sweeping ahead.

The two remaining Eighth-Order Stele Demons faced him from afar. One was wreathed in a faintly black gravitational field, which distorted the surrounding air into eerie ripples; the other was enveloped in dense demonic qi that writhed around its body like a living thing, occasionally forming hideous demonic faces that howled soundlessly.

Both Stele Demons stared fixedly at Qin Tian, their eyes filled with wariness.

Four of them had joined forces, yet two had been slain within just a few exchanges.

This human's lightning, in particular, seemed to be their natural bane, making them tremble to the depths of their souls.

The Gravity Stele Demon growled, its force field surging wildly around its body as though it were preparing something.

The Demonic Qi Stele Demon quietly retreated several feet. Countless pitch-black runes appeared beside it, each radiating a heart-stopping aura of decay.

Qin Tian narrowed his eyes as he watched their movements.

Both specialized in ranged combat: one excelled at manipulating gravity, the other at demonic qi spells.

If he kept his distance and traded attacks with them, he might not lose, but it would inevitably take more time.

The best way to deal with enemies like these was to rush them at close range.

A sharp gleam flashed through Qin Tian's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he activated his Night Emperor Bloodline.

Whoosh!

A pair of enormous black wings abruptly unfurled from his back, spanning dozens of feet. They were pitch-black, engraved with golden imperial patterns that flowed across their surfaces like living things, exuding an aura of darkness and nobility.

The instant the Demon King Wings spread, an invisible pressure swept in every direction, as though an emperor of darkness had