The Demon King's Forbidden Hand, His Final Trump Card

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lightning blazed, flames soared to the heavens!

No matter how many powerful lightning-style techniques Qin Shaofeng unleashed, the dragon's breath wiped them all out, one after another.

That left Qin Shaofeng locked in a bitter fight, and his anxiety grew with every passing moment.

At this rate, he would be the one to meet his end.

No!

He couldn't let this go on. He had to find a way out of the dragon's domain space, or he was dead.

"Roar!"

The dragon was furious!

As the ruler of the Savage Beast Wasteland, it had experienced more fits of rage today than in all the countless years it had spent there.

Especially now: each time it drew near that detestable human, he unleashed another barrage of lightning attacks.

The Lightning Dragons and qilins formed from those bolts were nothing in the dragon's eyes. A single casual breath was enough to erase them.

But what enraged it was that the detestable human used each attack to put more distance between them.

Under these circumstances, even when it tried to attack him with its breath, the purple giant blocked it. It couldn't hit the human himself.

And even when it attacked with spatial power, the human would teleport away the instant the purple giant was struck.

The dragon soon realized, to its fury, that it couldn't hurt that detestable human at all. Its rage surged higher and higher.

"Roar!"

At last, as if its fury had reached the limit, the dragon erupted.

"Roar—! Human, enough! You filthy bug are too detestable! You've actually made me use this move against you. It's the greatest honor of your life! Be grateful, then go die in peace!"

"Roar!"

The dragon stopped in midair and let out a furious roar. Its