Yet the Asura God was, after all, a God King. Though he had borrowed Tang San's body, he was still a god.
His power was far beyond that of a half-baked figure like Tang Chen, who had only barely stepped into the Divine Domain.
Every strike of the Clear Sky Hammer carried the crushing weight of mountains.
Though the Asura Sword remained sheathed, the Eight Spider Lances had already transformed into blood-red lightning, constantly cutting off the two men's paths of retreat.
The Rakshasa God, controlling Bibi Dong's body, attacked with ever greater abandon.
She no longer cared whether Bibi Dong's body could withstand it. Purple-black divine light poured down like a raging flood, every strike carrying a venom capable of corroding all things.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun gradually began to feel their strength failing. The two exchanged a glance and saw the same conclusion in each other's eyes.
They had to break through.
"How long do you need?" Yang Guyun asked.
"One incense stick's time," Zhou Qiubai said.
"I'll give you two." With that, Yang Guyun raised his spear and charged at the Asura God.
Zhou Qiubai did not hesitate again. His figure shot backward, landing atop a watchtower that had been half-destroyed.
Seeing this, the Asura God unleashed all eight Spider Lances, intending to interrupt Zhou Qiubai.
He had a premonition that he absolutely could not allow him to succeed.
Yang Guyun barred the way with his spear, knocking aside six spider lances with a single thrust, only for the remaining ones to pierce through his left arm.
Yet he merely reversed his spear and stabbed at the Asura God's face.
"Your opponent is me."
The Asura God was forced to defend.
The Clear Sky Hammer collided with the Black Spear, producing a deafening boom.
The Rakshasa