Ji Bochang's expression froze as he sensed the tremendous force suddenly erupting at his side.
It was one thing that he could not gauge the depths of the Heavenly Court immortal beside him. After all, the other party had deliberately restrained his aura, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary young man untouched by worldly affairs.
But Ji Bochang was a genuine Painting-Realm Great Demon of Cloud-Dream Palace. He had entered the Painting Realm long ago, and even without deliberately making a move, the dense demon aura around him was enough to make ordinary creatures tremble and flee.
Just what suicidal thing dared to attack him first?
The thought flashed through his mind in an instant.
Ji Bochang snorted and instinctively thrust out his palm.
His five fingers clenched fiercely around the tip of the Purple-Gold Spear hurtling through the air.
The might of the Painting Realm was naturally no trifling matter.
With nothing but his demon body, he halted the long spear in midair, leaving it unable to advance even an inch further.
Ji Bochang glanced sideways and saw a white robe fluttering in the wind amid countless roiling black dragon phantoms.
Jiang Yuechu looked expressionlessly at the two of them. Then, at the instant the spear tip was seized, black flames burst forth from her body.
As the hem of her robes whipped wildly.
Borrowing the force of the halted spear shaft, she lashed out with a heavy, mountain-shattering whip kick!
Boom—!!!
A muffled explosion thundered across the sea of clouds.
Ji Bochang's expression changed drastically.
He had never imagined that this human woman would alter her move so swiftly.
Her spear point had been stopped, yet she showed not the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, she used the momentum to close in.
Amid the roiling black