At this moment, the Bone Demon Ancestor had already begun to consider retreating.
Only one's own family knew its own affairs. He had been severely wounded by the Heavenly Punishment earlier, his demonic body left in ruins, and even now he had failed to recover.
If this battle dragged on, he might truly lose to Wang Daoyuan.
What was more, the Nether King was no easy prey either.
His Dao of Reincarnation could not only restrain the Myriad Tribulation Undying Demonic Body, but also suppress most of the Bone Demon Ancestor's methods.
Seeing that he had delayed making a move, Wang Daoyuan immediately realized that this fellow lacked the confidence to win.
In a life-and-death struggle, one had to consider not only strength, but also resolve and momentum.
Especially when the two sides were evenly matched, resolve and momentum played an enormous role, sometimes exceeding even the restraint between methods.
The Bone Demon Ancestor lacked courage now, and had already fallen short in momentum.
With thoughts of retreat in his heart, his resolve was even more lacking.
Wang Daoyuan's strength had greatly increased, and he had been eager for a fight. His battle intent had already reached its peak.
At this point, unless the Bone Demon Ancestor possessed an extraordinarily powerful trump card, defeat was inevitable.
He mocked, "One of the mighty Nine Demon Ancestors, yet you hesitate to strike against an unknown nobody like me.
Could it be that Lord Demon Ancestor is afraid?"
The Bone Demon Ancestor flew into a rage. "Ignorant brat! When I followed Father in battle across the myriad worlds, your clan was still wearing crotchless pants eight hundred thousand generations ago.
And you think a whelp like you is worthy of making me afraid?"
Then, four more arms sprouted from his body.
His original