That punch was plain and unadorned.
Only an utterly tragic fighting spirit, as though it would burn itself to ashes, was condensed within the inch of space at the fist's edge.
Lin Langtian's fist collided fiercely in midair with the Dark Demon King's heavy pestle, which contained all of his demonic power.
Time seemed to stand still for an instant.
The next moment.
"Crack!"
A faint, crisp sound, like glazed glass shattering, rang out from the center of the collision.
For the first time, a visible and drastic change appeared on the Dark Demon King's shadow-shrouded face. His pupils, like Purple Demonic Suns, abruptly contracted!
The demonic pestle that contained the full strength of a High Earthly Supreme, enough to smash a Low Earthly Supreme into pulp—
Its indestructible body, formed from extremely compressed Dark Demon power, developed a fine crack from the very point where it met Lin Langtian's fist!
The crack spread rapidly from that point like a spiderweb!
"Impossible!"
The Dark Demon King finally spoke in a completely different tone. No longer indifferent or teasing, his voice carried barely suppressed shock.
"You are merely a Low Earthly Supreme. Both your physical body and spiritual power have reached their limits. This punch..."
"This punch..." Blood seeped from the corner of Lin Langtian's mouth, and an intent to sacrifice life and forget death rose from his entire body. "It is called the Self-Sacrificing Demonic Fist!"
The instant his words fell.
"Boom!"
The demonic pestle shattered.
It was not knocked away, nor did it explode. Rather, it was forcibly pierced from within by an even more overbearing and tragic Fist Intent!
Countless pitch-black fragments tinged with purple light swept back toward the Dark Demon King like a rainstorm flying in reverse!
Every fragment contained the residual demonic power of a