Before they had thoroughly found the Demon God's weakness, Zhang Xiaofan had kept attacking its head. By chance, he actually saw the severed end of the "Fire Poker," which had been cut off by the Boundary Rift, inside its eye!
He thrust with all his strength at the Demon God's eyeball. Accompanied by the Demon God's furious roar, Zhang Xiaofan realized it worked. He curled his fingers into claws and pierced the demonic power shield covering its body, reached into its eye socket, grabbed the magic treasure fragment, and yanked it out viciously.
The Demon God roared even louder and slapped Zhang Xiaofan away, sending him flying so far he vanished from sight.
After only a few exchanges, Tian Buyi in the distance had already retreated again and again. The earth cracked, the air was like blades, and spiritual power raged wildly. This battlefield was no longer a place where ordinary people could remain standing.
The Demon God swung the long weapon in its hand at Luo Yunji and the others. Several blackish-gray blasts of energy reached the eight of them in the blink of an eye.
The eight split into pairs, each pair working together—one defended while the other shattered the incoming blasts of energy with full force. In an instant, they neutralized the Demon God's killing move.
Then countless streams of energy carrying wicked power came flying at them, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. Even Tian Buyi in the distance was not spared.
Tian Buyi tried to resist with all his strength, but was swept away and sent flying into the distance. His frustrated roar vanished in an instant.
Forget shattering them—even blocking them was already a struggle.
As the seconds of battle passed, the fight grew ever more intense. Fire filled the sky, dust