"What?!"
The instant they came into contact, the Blood God sensed Wang Daoming's terror.
In terms of raw power alone, the Blood God could clearly tell that Wang Daoming was far inferior to them, only at the overall level of nine stars. Yet his will was unimaginably tyrannical, forcibly accomplishing this feat of using the "weak" to strike down the "strong."
This streak of blood light of his was the pinnacle creation forged from everything he had learned in his life, named the Blood God Tribulation.
With his arrogance, he believed that beneath true gods, absolutely no one could possibly take this blow head-on. One had to wear it down through the collision of powerful divine abilities in order to withstand it.
Yet now, this blow had directly struck Wang Daoming, who had not defended himself at all and was charging at the Heavenly Demon with all his strength. The Blood God felt as though what he had struck was not a body of flesh and blood, nor an energy body, but rather the singularity before the Big Bang.
Not only had his strike failed to annihilate that singularity, it had instead become the driving force behind its explosive birth!
It made Wang Daoming's power even more violent.
In one-tenth of an instant—no, in less than one-hundredth of an instant—Wang Daoming collided with the Heavenly Demon. Then the power of great destruction erupted, and the Heavenly Demon's phantom was hurled violently away.
It had only been a phantom, yet in that instant of pouncing attack, the Heavenly Demon had somehow been stripped of all its essence, leaving only a remnant-like shadow that had yet to be completely extinguished.
As for the one responsible for all of this, he had not devoured the Heavenly Demon's power. Instead, he refined it into