"Demonic Cult fiends—every man has the right to execute them!!"
At that moment, Xu Shu's roar came from farther away, startling Xie Zheng and Long Zhang in midair.
"They're members of the Demonic Cult?!"
The two exchanged a glance and were about to make their move.
As disciples and heirs of great sects, slaying Demonic Cult monsters was only right and proper.
Just as they were about to strike, the battle below changed.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
After a ferocious collision, Xiahou Yin's iron-tower-like body staggered back several steps beyond his control. Each step left a footprint half a foot deep in the ground, dirt churning as cracks spread outward.
Huang Tian, however, merely swayed slightly before steadying himself, the black-gold staff in his hand still humming.
"Good! That was exhilarating! Hahaha!!"
Though he had been driven back, Xiahou Yin laughed with wild abandon.
"But this ends here!"
He suddenly let out a beast-like roar.
Boom!
An aura far fiercer and more violent than before erupted from Xiahou Yin's body. His bones and joints cracked thunderously, and his entire body abruptly grew several inches taller. His skin instantly turned crimson, as though magma flowed beneath it, while veins bulged and knotted like twisted serpents.
Vast true qi burst from his body. His muscles swelled and knotted, ripping his clothes apart with a sharp tear.
"Die!!"
Like muffled thunder exploding between heaven and earth, Xiahou Yin roared with blood-red eyes and brought the enormous hammer in his hand crashing down on Huang Tian's head.
This hammer strike was like the sky itself collapsing, suppressing every breath of air around it, leaving no way to evade.
Within Huang Tian's sight, there was only the savage giant hammer, carrying a vast white torrent as it plunged from the heavens.
Huang Tian's expression did not