Qingtian Battles the Monarch

The battle erupted in an instant. Ultimate Spear Intent turned into a long dragon, leaving long scratches across Demon Monarch Alba's body and bursting out in showers of sparks. But his skin was far tougher than imagined; every one of Yun Ming's strikes could only leave faint wounds.

Every blow from the Demon Monarch, however, sent him flying backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his aura turning somewhat unstable.

This was the difference in stats.

The Demon Monarch's strength was not impressive, roughly equivalent to about level 122 among god-level beings. Compared to the other Plane Masters, whose strength had long since reached First-Class God or even half-step God King, he was indeed trash.

Even two Demon Monarchs added together could not possibly defeat any one of them.

Never mind the Abyssal Sage King, and never mind Gu Chen. If Tang Hao brought his full strength down in one hammer blow, the two Demon Monarchs would be smashed into dregs.

But that was still only relatively speaking. The gap between the Demon Monarch and Yun Ming was a full twenty levels, equivalent to two major realms.

No matter how strong Yun Ming was, it was still difficult for him to contend against such a monster with both high attack and high defense.

And on top of that, this was the Demon Plane. That made him even harder to deal with.

Yet the Qingtian Spear in his hand continued to swing. The sharp, exposed will to uphold the heavens crashed into an indestructible absolute defense, but instead of restraining its edge, it became even more unyielding.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens upon hundreds of blows, until at a certain instant, the sound of flesh and blood tearing rang out. Demon Monarch Alba