"Fentian Demon Lord, how dare you!"
Huang Ya's body and soul shook. He had never imagined that Fentian Demon Lord would suddenly strike at this moment.
If he had still been at his peak, then although he would not have been a match for Fentian Demon Lord, he would at least have had some confidence in holding him off and preserving his life for a short while.
Yet, to help Jiang Shu, Huang Ya had forcibly endured Old Ancestor Fentian's furious blow.
That strike had nearly shattered his inner world.
After all, he was only a Late Demon Venerable.
Compared to Fentian Demon Lord, who was already a half-step Demon Lord, the gap between them was far too great!
"Die!"
At this moment, Old Ancestor Fentian was nearly losing his mind.
Throughout the entire Demon Race, no Demon Venerable hated Jiang Shu more than he did.
If not for Jiang Shu, he would still have been a Late Demon Venerable.
In the future, even if he could not advance to Demon Lord, he could have steadily reached Peak Demon Venerable and ruled over a region.
But now? Though he appeared to be in the half-step Demon Lord realm, his status had long since fallen below what it once was!
Boom, boom, boom!
Space shattered inch by inch beneath that claw, like frozen ice.
Broken stones, bloody foam, and fragments of withered bones erupted from the depression in the stone wall like volcanic ash.
The hard rock wall covered in ancient defensive formations, along with Huang Ya embedded deep within it, burst apart beneath this hate-filled blow of half-step Demon Lord level like rotten wood struck by an ancient colossal hammer!
A faint dark-golden soul light flashed amid the splattering pieces of viscera, then was completely annihilated by the violent aftershocks