After that palm strike fell, the Heavenly Demon True Form slowly dissipated.
Wang Daoyuan sensed the ruins of Iron Stone Pass vanish, and secretly counted himself fortunate.
If that palm had struck him, this little life of his would have been finished for certain.
Sensing that the Heavenly Demon True Form had disappeared, Wang Daoyuan returned to the battlefield.
He stared at the Fierce Blood Demon Ancestor, killing intent surging in his heart.
At this moment, the Fierce Blood Demon Ancestor no longer had any life-preserving trump cards.
If Wang Daoyuan struck with all his strength, he absolutely had a chance to kill him.
Sensing Wang Daoyuan's killing intent, the Ghastly Corpse Demon Ancestor snorted coldly. "Fellow Daoist Wang, if you want to kill my brother, you must first get past me.
"Besides, I also have life-preserving means on me. Would you like to give them a try?"
Wang Daoyuan was confident he could defeat any single Demon Ancestor, but he was not confident he could withstand a Heavenly Demon's backup measures.
All his methods were utterly inadequate before Heavenly Demons and Immortal Lords.
However, the backup measures left behind by Heavenly Demons and Immortal Lords also had a flaw: their attack range was limited.
As long as one was prepared, there was still a certain chance of escape.
For example, Wang Daoyuan had been relatively far away earlier and had promptly used an escape technique, fleeing more than ten thousand li.
Even if the Heavenly Demon had truly wanted to strike at him, it could at most have severely wounded him. Killing him was impossible.
Otherwise, the Ghastly Corpse Demon Ancestor and Fierce Blood Demon Ancestor would have long since used their backup measures to destroy Wang Daoyuan.
The Devil Race also had no desire to continue fighting. The