"Damn it!"
The Rock Lord glared fixedly at Xia Ping, feeling boundless humiliation. It had actually been pierced through the body, its chest perforated, by a demon that had yet to advance to the Immortal Realm. This was simply the greatest disgrace imaginable.
A trace of fear even arose in its heart. If it had not possessed an immortal body, that spear strike just now would likely have killed it outright.
Crash!!
Massive amounts of energy gathered around its body. Its shattered chest rapidly recovered, while particles from the depths of the void seemed to condense into rock, filling the gaps in its body.
Hell divine ability, Flame Prison Mountain-Sundering Axe!
In an instant, the Rock Lord flew into a rage again. Gripping its black giant axe, it swung it wildly at Xia Ping. This time, it went all out, burning the vital blood within its body.
At once, this axe strike connected to the source energy of Flame Hell, drawing upon endless power of flame. The axe was as heavy as a mountain and as swift as a bolt of lightning. It merely flashed with a terrifying cold gleam through midair, incomparably violent.
Dense hellish markings emerged upon the giant axe, twisting like earthworms. It was as though a scripture of hell had been engraved upon the axe, containing infinite energy.
Even immortal-level demons would not dare take the Rock Lord's axe head-on.
"Third Form of the Spear of Hell: Creation!"
Without even looking, Xia Ping wielded the Spear of Hell, tracing line after line through the depths of the void. In an instant, volcanoes, rivers of flame, and fissures appeared in midair.
These traces outlined the terrain of Flame Hell, as though a Flame Hell had descended from the depths of the void. This spear strike had created