Jiang Ding ignored Sinking Mountain King's rebuke.
He strolled forward, countless blood-colored sword qi blossoming around him, cutting down every enemy in his path and draining their souls and blood essence dry, leaving only withered corpses to fall to the ground.
The desiccated corpses were incomparably fragile, breaking into several pieces. Every trace of essence within their bodies had been drained away.
Amid the swirling blood qi, Jiang Ding's expression was somewhat dazed.
This scene seemed very beautiful.
Very, very beautiful.
And somewhat familiar.
It seemed that, in the distant past, such scenes had been commonplace.
Boom, boom boom!
"Blood River King!"
Sinking Mountain King charged forward with heavy strides, his feet pounding upon space like war drums. Dragged in his hand was a mountain of silver-glinting metal!
At this moment, he did not waste a single word.
The mountain instantly expanded to a thousand zhang, merging with the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's indestructible ten-zhang chaotic space. It was gripped by a sky-supporting, sinew-knotted giant arm and smashed fiercely down toward the blood-robed Daoist below!
Mo Shan, the Rock Demon Clan king guarding Flameflow Imperial Heir, felt his eyelids twitch at the sight.
Rumble!
The metal mountain slammed down by that sky-supporting arm seemed to transform into a chaotic black hole, emanating boundless attraction, devouring everything and destroying everything.
This was the ultimate power of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan!
This race, which had achieved glorious accomplishments in body cultivation, possessed bodies that could neither be broken nor destroyed. They wielded ultimate strength, filling every race with despair and leaving them unwilling to commit even the slightest act that might challenge the imperial clan's majesty. They willingly became slaves, regarding it as the highest honor.
Both were at the peak of the king rank, yet this one strike alone was