With a thought, Lin Taichu released an incomparably powerful Demonic Intent from between his brows. It swept across heaven and earth, covering the Endless Space.
Countless demonic shadows rapidly grew beneath the nourishment of that boundless Demonic Intent. Massive figures appeared before Lin Taichu—phantom images of Demon Gods, each radiating a terrifying Demonic Intent.
Murong Yuan glanced at the Demon God phantoms in the distance, his expression tightening slightly before a mocking smile appeared on his face. "Though your Demon God phantoms are nearly indistinguishable from actual Demon Gods, their realms are far too lacking. Do you think they can stop me?"
Lin Taichu's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not speak. He merely sneered. "I hope you won't regret this later."
"Enough nonsense. Hand over your life!" A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in Murong Yuan's eyes as he shot forward. In an instant, a Demon God phantom charged out, its vast demonic might blanketing the area and pressing down.
"Buzz." The demonic staff swung, and terrifying demonic light bloomed from it. A pitch-black river instantly erupted forth. At the heart of the river was a Demon God's head, incomparably savage. It opened its enormous mouth, revealing rows of sharp fangs as though it could devour everything. The demonic river surged forward, roaring toward its target.
"Rip." The Demon God phantom slashed out with a claw and forcibly tore apart the demonic river. Then its body shook violently, transforming into thousands of afterimages that shot in every direction with inconceivable speed.
"Petty tricks!" Murong Yuan spat coldly, wielding his demonic halberd once more. The Demon God phantoms shot out and streaked through the air. Every phantom moved with extraordinary agility, evading all attacks as they continuously closed in on Murong Yuan.
Boom!