At that moment, Xia Ping naturally sensed the three ancient demons rushing toward him to launch a surprise attack. A cold smile surfaced in his heart; he understood their intentions.
They had probably seen him take Fred's blow and assumed he was now at his weakest, that there was an opening to exploit. They wanted to seize the chance to kill him and take the treasures on his person.
He understood their thinking. Under normal circumstances, if an ordinary immortal demon encountered what had just happened, even if it did not die, it would likely be severely wounded.
But he possessed the Chaos Lightning Method, capable of devouring countless varieties of divine lightning. No matter how formidable Fred was, he could do nothing to Xia Ping.
Instead, once those strange divine bolts entered his body, they were swallowed clean. Not only had they failed to harm him, they had greatly advanced the mana within him.
But since these ancient demons had taken the initiative to come and court death, he would grant them their wish.
"Chaos Lightning Method, divine lightning as one—Chaos Infinite Thunder Cut!"
A cold gleam flashed through Xia Ping's eyes. His body shuddered as endless, terrifying varieties of divine lightning rapidly gathered together, erupting across him in crackling arcs of thunder.
His hands became blade-hands, and he lightly sliced to the side.
In an instant, all the lightning power converged within his blade-hand, condensed into one. It seemed to transform into a supreme bolt of lightning blade qi, peerlessly sharp, effortlessly rending even the void.
Boom!
One slash—just one slash!
A rift stretching three thousand kilometers appeared in the void, cleaving the entire expanse in two without a sound, as though a block of tofu had been split apart.
"Urk, urk—"
Before Odys and the other two