"It seems I absolutely cannot wage war against these demons in Burning Hell. Otherwise, the entire Burning Hell will be blown apart."
With that thought, Xia Ping flashed away, instantly leaving Fengdu City and arriving outside Burning Hell.
His speed was like teleportation, utterly ignoring space as he effortlessly traversed layer upon layer of it. Compared to before, this speed was vastly faster.
If his previous speed had been a bicycle, then now it was an airplane—there was simply no comparison.
If he could unleash such speed in battle, he could end the fight within a second. The gap between comprehending the laws of space and not comprehending them was simply enormous.
Whoosh!
The next second, Xia Ping appeared before the Crimson Demon, facing this group of uninvited guests from afar. Their auras collided, generating terrifying pressure.
"Are you the Lord of this low-level hell plane?!"
The Middle Ancient demon Elvis narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at Xia Ping.
He found it inconceivable, because he could sense that this brat had only just advanced into the Early Ancient Saint realm. He was merely a rookie who had just comprehended the laws of space.
Yet that claw strike from before had forced Elvis himself to intervene and block it. Otherwise, the Crimson Demon would certainly have been blown apart.
A mere Early Ancient demon—one who had only just entered the Early Ancient realm—had forced a Middle Ancient demon like him into such a sorry state with a single move. It was truly unbelievable.
Although he looked down on all low-level demons, he was not some rash and foolish fool. The reason he had survived for so long amid adventures through the cosmic void was caution.
Before he understood this strange demon's true background, he felt it was best not to