Clearly, the man in black, formed from Wang Xian's inner demon, had never dreamed that Wang Xian would disregard his own life.
He leaped from the towering city gate, soaring high into the clouds.
In an instant, the winds and clouds shifted, and thunder and lightning crashed.
The sky fell and the earth split; mountains and rivers lost their color.
Amid peals of thunder, as countless bolts of lightning fell like swords, the towering city gate rumbled like the earth cracking open—and vanished without a trace.
A black river of death, its waters carrying an eerie aura, appeared before the man in black. Its surface was utterly still.
A moment later, Wang Xian stood silently by the river, white robes fluttering and a demon sword in his hand.
"Worthless fool. Die!"
In the blink of an eye, the man in black transformed into a Demon King. Demonic aura billowed around him, lightning blazed all over his body, and with a furious roar, he struck at Wang Xian with one palm.
"Rumble!"
As the Demon King's palm came down, Wang Xian's expression darkened. He let out a roar, and in an instant, the power of the earth beneath his feet poured into his body without end.
In the Demon King's eyes, Wang Xian, standing by the river, suddenly seemed as vast as a giant.
The giant roared. Like a star streaking across the sky, he descended before the Demon King.
Wang Xian was like a bottomless pit, as if he would swallow every trace of spiritual energy in this world. Rolling waves of spiritual energy followed that falling star, pouring into the giant's body.
"Awwooo!"
Terrifyingly, the Demon King also grew with the wind in that instant, shooting up from six feet tall to tower six zhang high.
Endless demonic aura