"Th-this!"
"You've got to be kidding. Cole's full-force punch actually couldn't kill this damn Fengdu?"
"It's not just that he couldn't kill him—he didn't even budge. All that power simply vanished into nothing."
"Just who is this Fengdu?"
The many demons who saw this scene were even more shocked than they had been by the immortal magma demon Cole. They had fought Cole for who knew how many years, so naturally, no one understood the demon Cole's strength better than they did.
Even if the demon Cole was not the strongest, he was still among the very best. Yet now, Cole's full-force punch had been caught by Fengdu with laughable ease. What kind of joke was this?
In Scorched Earth Hell, they had never heard of any immortal demon named Fengdu.
"Damn it, I refuse to believe you're this strong. I'll kill you!"
The immortal magma demon roared, thoroughly enraged, and wanted to strike again.
But to its horror, it discovered that at some point its fist had been seized by the man before it. An incomparably tyrannical and terrifying force of mana seemed to have formed a domain, binding it in an instant.
That overwhelming power immediately suppressed it completely, leaving its body almost unable to move. Worse still, a dreadful power of flame transmitted from the depths of the other party's palm, filling it with palpitations.
Its fist was being squeezed until it cracked and creaked, as though the bones were about to break.
"Benefactor, why must your temper be so violent? Killing cannot solve any problem. It will only fill your heart with endless emptiness and loneliness. You should put down your butcher's blade and become a Buddha on the spot. Only by letting go can you attain the Dao."
Xia Ping earnestly advised it, his face