Those fire dragons sensed the pure power of the demonic path's origin emanating from Yuan Sha.
The miserable green ghostfire in their dragon eyes trembled violently, instinctively wanting to retreat as though they had encountered their natural predator.
Xue Wuhen sensed it.
The smile on his face stiffened slightly for an instant, but he quickly regained his composure.
"The demonic path's origin..."
He muttered softly, with the faintest trace of surprise in his voice.
"I thought the legendary Devil Ancestor was just something a bunch of old fools made up to scare children. Never thought such a thing truly existed."
Yuan Sha took his second step.
The instant his second foot touched the ground, his nine-foot-tall body suddenly blurred.
It was not teleportation.
It was pure speed.
He was so fast that even the arena's restrictions could not keep up with his trajectory.
His afterimage still stood where he had been, maintaining the posture of that step, while his true body had already charged to within thirty feet of Xue Wuhen.
A huge black hand covered in molten cracks shot out, its five fingers spreading like iron hooks as it pressed down toward Xue Wuhen's crown.
As that palm descended, it carried layers of dark red ripples of demonic laws.
The ripples overlapped layer upon layer, and with each added layer, the pressure in the palm doubled. By the time the fifth layer formed—
The palm wind had already pressed a ring of fine indentations into the surface of the stone tiles beneath Xue Wuhen's feet.
Though the arena's material itself could not be damaged, the pressure it exerted on the space had visibly bent the golden patterns on the surface of the restrictions.
Xue Wuhen did not take it head-on.
Both hands behind his back drew out at once.