The young man finished speaking, erupted with a terrifying aura, drew a slender blade, and slashed at Zhao Fu. The strike was incomparably vicious, showing not the slightest mercy.
This person had also come for the Progenitor Divine Statue and had hidden nearby, waiting for his chance. If Zhao Fu did not force him out early, a sudden ambush from him would be even more troublesome.
Clang!
The young man viciously chopped down at Zhao Fu's head. Zhao Fu raised his sword to block, and blade and sword collided with a sharp ring of clashing steel.
At that moment, Shi Xiao seized the chance to attack. Vast grayish-white corpse qi gathered before her and condensed into a corpse hound over a hundred meters long. Its gaze was savage, its fangs gleaming coldly as it charged toward Zhao Fu.
It was incredibly fast. In an instant, it was only a dozen meters from Zhao Fu. The corpse hound then leaped with all its strength, pouncing at Zhao Fu with its enormous jaws wide open, carrying a stench of corpses that assailed the nostrils.
Just as the corpse hound was about to bite Zhao Fu in two, Zhao Fu gave a cold snort. The nine Black Dragons around him roared and, though small, charged forward with overwhelming momentum. The enormous corpse hound was smashed apart into countless wisps of corpse qi, while the nine Black Dragons flew toward Shi Xiao.
Yet at that very instant, Demon Seven stretched out a hand. Demonic qi gushed forth and condensed into an evil demonic hand that seized Zhao Fu's body in its grasp.
That hand was dozens of meters large. Forget a person—even a small mountain could be crushed within its grip. Seeing Zhao Fu caught by the demonic hand, everyone relaxed slightly, believing that