The Armistice Agreement is Toilet Paper

Demonic flames and darkness intertwined in the Demon Monarch's hand, forming a massive long spear that seemed forged from magma. Then the spear tip pointed straight at Yun Ming. "Let me send you on your way, Yun Ming. You truly are one of the greatest geniuses I've ever seen. Geniuses always fall halfway! Your ceiling is higher than mine, but you no longer have any chance to advance."

It was rare to encounter such a genius, so the Demon Monarch was happy to waste a few more words. After all, the other party could no longer escape.

And he had made the fight so enjoyable for him. What was wrong with talking a little more?

"They... shouldn't let the Douluo Plane Master take action, right?" The Demon Monarch suddenly thought of this, but then felt it was unlikely. After all, the few of them did have a ceasefire agreement on the surface.

Unfortunately, things did not develop as he expected.

Crack—

With a sound like shattering glass, the Demon Monarch's expression instantly darkened. He looked up and saw that the domain covering several thousand meters around them had been pierced straight through by a streak of seven-colored divine light. It was a giant hammer as thick as a bucket, and with its remaining momentum undiminished, it smashed toward him.

The domain he had unfolded shattered in an instant. The domain that had originally allowed entry but no exit immediately turned into divine power and vanished completely.

The Demon Monarch swung the massive long spear in his hand and knocked the Seven-Colored Clear Sky Hammer flying with one blow.

Its power was actually not as strong as he had imagined.

It was probably an avatar or a strand of Divine Sense that had come, but at a time like this, it