"Come on, you ants!"
Ling Yun slammed his palms together, and terrifying golden power gushed forth, seemingly manifesting the tragic scene of a demon god falling and weeping blood—completely out of tune with the black Qi surrounding him.
The ultimate moves collided, shattering the heavens and splitting the earth!
Continuous explosions rang out like the violent sounds of an apocalypse, tearing through the void and shaking everyone's eardrums.
A giant mushroom cloud erupted across the void, forming a ring of pressure wave that swept across all directions.
Black Feather Dragon was the first to shake, coughing up a few drops of blood from the corner of his mouth.
On the other side, Bloodthirsty Demon suffered injuries as well, the webbing between his thumb and index finger splitting open with blood oozing down.
Yet the fiend's figure did not retreat even half a step; just like Ling Yun in midair, he was completely unharmed.
"Is this their strength? Damn it, I am the Demon God, how can I lose to them? I refuse to accept this." Black Feather Dragon's body shook as a surge of black power soared into the sky, killing intent filling the heavens.
Looking at the fiend and Ling Yun, Bloodthirsty Demon's bloodlust intensified even further, making him seem like a completely different person!
"Hehe, I want the blood of both of them. No matter who wins on our side, I will be the ultimate winner!"
What they saw was merely on the surface; the fiend, after all, was formed by the Body Integration of Tao Zhi Lang and Kong Lingzi, and his power had long since transcended the two of them.
Suddenly turning his head to look at Black Feather Dragon and clearly not intending to stop because of this, Ling Yun flipped his hand once more