"Too strong—is this an ancient demon? Its power is unimaginably tyrannical."
"It truly is boundlessly terrifying. Even if all us immortal demons were tied together, we'd be beaten half to death in an instant. Even with immortal bodies, we couldn't possibly withstand it."
"That was merely one strike, yet it possessed the power to shatter mountains and rivers and tear apart the void. An ancient demon is terrifying indeed."
"No wonder the Lord has run rampant through Scorched Earth Hell for hundreds of millions of years. The power of an ancient demon is simply too dreadful, far beyond imagination."
Whether they were immortal demons of the Magma Demon race or the Ice Demon race, the sight of that strike made their hairs stand on end and their hearts tremble violently.
They compared their own strength against it and concluded that they likely would not be able to withstand such an attack.
Even with immortal bodies and extremely powerful regenerative abilities, they could still be beaten half to death within a few moves, reduced to ashes, and wiped from existence.
Some immortal demons harboring sinister intentions immediately extinguished their petty schemes upon seeing this. No matter how many plots and tricks they had, they would be useless against an ancient demon.
This was an absolute gap in strength, not something a few insignificant schemes could bridge.
Yet just as that power struck Xia Ping, all the demons suddenly felt the void within hundreds of millions of kilometers violently shudder, erupting with intense tremors and swaying.
They saw a massive dark-gold bell emerge from Xia Ping's body. It was as though a deity had awakened from the void itself, radiating an immense aura.
At once, the dark-gold bell floated above Xia Ping's head and unfurled an enormous dark-gold curtain of light. Like