Light Tower

Zhan Jianming stared warily at the figure floating in the sky before him. He suddenly shot into the air, streams of light surging through his body as he turned and plunged into the blood-colored mist.

"Hmph."

Demon Lord Jun Hao looked coldly at Zhan Jianming and merely gave a cold snort.

Buzz!

It was as if Zhan Jianming's body had been struck by an invisible sledgehammer. His speeding body abruptly stalled, then blood burst from his seven orifices as he crashed heavily to the ground.

"Do you think you can escape before me?"

Demon Lord Jun Hao's eyes were crimson. He stepped forward through the void, crossing countless distances in the blink of an eye and arriving before Zhan Jianming.

Zhan Jianming struggled to his feet and wiped the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and nose. "Demon Lord Jun Hao's soul-secret arts truly are formidable..."

He tightly gripped the Spiral Sword in his hand. At the same time, watery streams of light rippled through his body, and a silver sphere flashed out from within him.

As he swung his sword forward, countless streams of light radiated from the silver sphere and surged toward Demon Lord Jun Hao.

"I don't only know soul attacks..." Demon Lord Jun Hao sneered. He raised a hand, and streams of black qi spread and swelled from his palm. Countless black threads gathered together, forming something shaped like a gigantic arm.

It smashed out with suffocatingly terrifying power!

In one blow, it shattered both the sword light Zhan Jianming had unleashed and the silver streams of light dispersed from the silver sphere!

Layer upon layer of multicolored Dao domains rippled and intertwined around Zhan Jianming, only to collapse in an instant before that enormous black arm.

His entire body spraying blood, he was