The man raised his arm, wreathed in black flames, his voice carrying an unyielding ruthlessness.
Before his words had faded, his body abruptly vanished. Only a streak of black fire remained in the air, circling behind Chen Changming like black lightning tearing across the night sky.
"So fast!"
Chen Changming was slightly startled.
His speed had more than doubled. Chen Changming's eyes could barely catch his movements; only instinct alerted him to a cold fluctuation behind him.
It was the peculiar chill of the approaching black flames, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue behind his back.
Without a thought, he threw a vicious punch.
His purple fist, wrapped in demonic qi, smashed backward.
Boom!
His fist collided with the man's, producing an earth-shaking crash.
Two violent forces exploded where their fists met, scattering a considerable amount of black flame. Eerie green sparks sprayed in every direction, leaving small, charred pits wherever they landed in the snow.
The violent force blasted the man away as well. Even the black flames on his black battle armor dimmed for an instant, and he tumbled several times through the air before barely steadying himself.
Chen Changming fared no better, hurled over a hundred zhang away. A web of fine cracks actually appeared on his violet skin, with thin traces of blood seeping through.
He shook his numb fist, inwardly sobered-Nine Netherworld Turns was formidable indeed. After the Ancient Ghost's enhancement, his strength had already begun to surpass Chen Changming's raw physical power.
In that punch, he had unleashed a full-force attack with the Indestructible Demonic Heart, yet the impact had still sent his blood and qi churning and injured the surface of his body.
"Interesting..." Chen Changming licked the corner of his mouth, the fighting spirit in his eyes burning even brighter.
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