This Evil Demon Flower Sprite was not easy to deal with. Its strength far surpassed Zhao Fu's, and it too noticed him. With a wave of its hand, it sent five black arcs slashing fiercely toward him.
Zhao Fu immediately gathered countless strands of demonic qi before him, forming a massive ball of mist that carried immense power, intending to use it to block the Evil Demon Flower Sprite's attack.
Boom!
The enormous black mist ball was sliced apart by the five arcs, and the tremendous force sent Zhao Fu flying. He crashed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The Evil Demon Flower Sprite stretched both hands toward Zhao Fu. Sharp, pale wooden thorns grew from its huge palms, then shot forth with swift, violent force.
Zhao Fu immediately thought of a countermeasure and summoned eleven Evil Flower Demons. Yet he did not order them to attack or defend. Instead, he fused with all eleven Evil Flower Demons.
The eleven towering, six-thousand-meter-tall Evil Flower Demons surged into Zhao Fu's body like a tidal wave, and a terrifying aura spread from him.
Zhao Fu's long black hair turned crimson. His hands became clawlike, his sharp nails blood-red. His lips darkened to black, fangs grew from his mouth, while his eyes remained unchanged, their pupils like black flowers. He radiated an evil, savage air, along with a trace of seductive charm.
Countless wooden thorns shot toward him with dreadful force. Zhao Fu extended one hand, and a huge black flower bloomed beautifully, emitting a faint demonic glow.
The incoming wooden thorns were all blocked by the black flower. Some struck the ground beside Zhao Fu, producing dull thuds as the earth shattered into pieces, showing just how terrifying the thorns' power was.
After blocking that wave of