All of the spiritual energy gathered in the hands of the Feather Demon Hall Old Ancestor. Even Nan Wu Tian as a Demigod might not necessarily be able to block this power.
Boom, boom!
"Go to hell, King of Hell!"
The Feather Demon Hall Old Ancestor laughed out loud, unleashing all his power toward Ling Yun's body, while the latter resisted with a single hand!
"Give up your struggle. This is power that can destroy the world, not something you can block." The Feather Demon Hall Old Ancestor's mouth curled with a trace of killing intent, as if he already saw Ling Yun's inevitable death.
Just as he saw, Ling Yun's body was continuously forced backward, the air popping and crackling under the latter's steps.
Boom, boom!
The horizon was dazzlingly brilliant, and everyone could barely open their eyes. All they heard after the roaring explosions was the laughter of the Feather Demon Hall Old Ancestor.
Though everyone could not see what was happening, listening to such arrogant laughter filled their hearts with supreme excitement. The result was obvious: they had won, and the King of Hell was dead or nearly so.
"Hahaha, this move isn't bad. I feel a little pain; being bitten by an ant really is quite irritating." Ling Yun's figure gradually emerged from the billowing smoke, a trace of blood lingering at the corner of his mouth, too disdainful to wipe away.
Hiss...
He was alive!
He was still alive!
Everyone's mind rang with a buzz, and they trembled one by one. Even like this, he couldn't be killed—was the King of Hell truly powerful, or was he a monster by nature? Could it be that he was a god?
Weren't all the gods wiped out back in the primeval era? The King of Hell couldn't