Zhao Fu also poured an immense power of the evil fiend into the countless pale roots. Strands of blackish-blood-red fiendish aura rose from them. Clenching his hand, he rapidly gathered that vast evil fiend power and condensed it into a blood-colored sphere.
Raising his arm with overwhelming momentum, he pressed the blood-colored sphere toward the attacking youth.
Bang!
A violent explosion rang out as the black-and-white palm collided with the blood-colored sphere. A fierce blast erupted, countless dazzling rays shooting in every direction as a terrifying force instantly spread out, cracking the ground at that very moment.
As the ripples dispersed, the youth's body was forced back more than ten meters, while Zhao Fu only took two steps back.
The disparity in strength was obvious.
With a slight smile at the corner of his lips, Zhao Fu said, "You're no match for me. You'd better admit defeat quickly!"
The youth's face filled with rage. He roared, and an immense aura spread outward.
The Taiji diagram behind him spun rapidly as the vast spiritual energy around it poured in like a tide. The diagram emitted a dreadful aura before splitting into two rays of light, one black and one white, which formed two bulls—a male and a female, one black and one white.
Boom! Boom!
The two bulls charged viciously at Zhao Fu with immense momentum, as unstoppable as a force smashing through bamboo—nothing seemed capable of blocking them.
Zhao Fu's expression did not change. Countless roots rapidly grew to either side, forming two ghastly pale root masses. He clenched his hands, and immense evil fiend power quickly gathered, forming two blood-colored spheres.
The two bulls charged over at extreme speed. In that instant, Zhao Fu extended one hand and forcefully pressed the two blood-colored spheres onto the bulls' heads.
Bang!