Self-Destruction, the Demon Taoist's Trump Card

The Paper Underworld Tower had been consumed by less than a third of the talisman fire.

Yet now, it erupted in flames, setting the entire Paper Underworld Tower ablaze.

Was it... burning itself down?

"What is he doing?"

Zhang Yuchen was puzzled.

But I frowned.

"It definitely can't be anything good. Watch out."

As soon as I finished speaking, Pan Ling's pupils suddenly dilated.

"Not good! The sinister energy inside the Paper Underworld Tower is rapidly surging. It looks like it's about to explode!"

At those words, all three of our expressions changed drastically.

Looking at the continuously burning Paper Underworld Tower, we could indeed sense waves of yin energy rippling outward, as though an immensely powerful sinister force was about to burst forth.

Mao Jing and I shouted almost in unison.

"Fall back!"

In an instant, the four of us turned and ran.

But before we could even get five meters away, the blazing Paper Underworld Tower behind us exploded with a tremendous bang.

BOOM! The sound was incomparably loud, echoing through the mountains.

Buzzzzzz... It continued reverberating through the valley...

The flames were instantly blasted into the sky, illuminating the entire valley.

Billowing black qi surged into the heavens.

The sinister energy crashed toward us like a tsunami.

The terrifying shockwave instantly sent all four of us flying, knocking us to the ground...

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Sand and stones flew through the valley. Sinister black qi filled the air, along with fluttering spirit paper.

After being knocked down by the powerful impact, all four of us felt our blood and qi roil, our chests and abdomens burn, and even traces of blood seep from our noses.

This sinister energy came swiftly, and vanished just as swiftly.

I immediately turned around. The Paper Underworld Tower had already disappeared, leaving