The Devil Race member who arrived later was no weakling. Wang Daoyuan had exchanged blows with him just now and had sounded out some of his depth.
This fellow was far weaker than Lei Xiao. He might have been in the early Mahayana stage, or perhaps a relatively weak mid-Mahayana cultivator.
According to Gui Yun,
Yuan Hong could go head-to-head with an early Mahayana Devil Race member. Against this one,
he would not suffer much of a disadvantage either.
Yuan Hong swung his door-sized greatsword over. The Devil Race member wanted to test his strength, so he did not dodge.
He merely condensed a grayish-black shield before himself.
Lei Xiao shouted from the side, "Mo Yun, do not underestimate him."
Before Lei Xiao could finish speaking, Yuan Hong's greatsword came smashing down.
The shield Mo Yun had condensed shattered, and the greatsword slammed into his chest, sending his entire body flying.
He did not stop until he crashed into a mountain peak.
His body slid down the mountainside,
slowly slipping downward.
A little blood seeped from both his mouth and nose.
"Cough, cough..." Mo Yun spat out several mouthfuls of blood. "Lei Xiao, speak faster next time."
Yet before he could finish speaking, the ground began to tremble.
An earthen-yellow dragon shot into the sky. Its head rammed into his body, and its dragon claws gave him a solid punch to the heart.
A fierce wind erupted from Mo Yun's body, freeing him from the earthen-yellow dragon's control.
Before he could steady himself, the earthen-yellow dragon instantly exploded.
Boom...
After dozens of muffled blasts, an area dozens of miles around Mo Yun was shrouded in earthen-yellow smoke.
A moment later, the smoke dispersed, revealing a mound dozens of zhang high where he had been.
By then, Yuan Hong had already