Whoosh!
The demonic soldiers' crimson eyes glared at Qin Shaofeng. Their scarlet tongues kept lolling out, as though they might devour Qin Shaofeng at any moment.
The demonic soldiers panted rapidly like wild beasts.
"Awooo!"
All the demonic soldiers roared together, and the surrounding walls were shaken until they cracked inch by inch.
The Young Lord did not stop. His hands continued to dance back and forth, and the scene before them changed.
All the black mist condensed together, becoming all manner of grotesque, clawing monsters that floated back and forth in midair.
Lava suddenly erupted from the abyss in the ground.
Like a fiery dragon, the lava shot straight into the heavens.
The temperature in this space rose swiftly. Flames blazed fiercely, transforming the place into something as bright as day.
Yet the monsters condensed from clumps of mist foretold that this was still an illusion of hell.
"How is it? You know how formidable I am now, don't you? I'll give you one last chance—kneel and submit to me!"
The Young Lord laughed madly, trying to crush Qin Shaofeng psychologically.
"I already said it. The ants you summoned are useless, and everything before us is nothing but illusory bubbles."
As he spoke, Qin Shaofeng raised a finger and casually flicked out a strand of spiritual energy.
"With a single poke, these bubbles will turn into nothingness."
The spiritual energy landed on the mist. As though it had encountered the thing it feared most, the mist swiftly faded and vanished.
A scornful smile hung on Qin Shaofeng's lips.
"This is the world you spoke of? Is it still not enough to make you face reality?"
The Young Lord was beginning to go mad.
He opened his mouth and sucked the monster-shaped mist from midair into his stomach.
After that,