The wind howled.
The two stars burned like balls of heavenly fire in Nine Nether's palms. Waves of demon-banishing power bore down relentlessly, yet could no longer force him even an inch lower.
Two thunderous explosions rang out almost simultaneously.
The two Demonbane Stars finally exhausted the last of their power and burst apart.
The violent force shook Nine Nether, finally sending him staggering two steps backward before he regained his footing.
"Your Three-Star Demonbane, with its paltry power, is as far beneath the divine ability Patriarch Bodhi wielded back then as mud is beneath the clouds." He glanced at his arms, scorched blood-red, then looked toward Shen Luo with a mocking smile.
At that moment, the contemptuous smile on his face seared itself deep into Shen Luo's heart.
Against a powerhouse like Nine Nether, he was still far too weak.
"Bull Demon King, this Human Race brat has exhausted my patience. If you still refuse to hand over the Heavenly Register, I won't bother killing them one by one. I'll simply slaughter them all this time," Nine Nether said slowly, his gaze icy.
As his words fell, he slowly raised one hand upright. Dark-red lightning crisscrossed between his fingertips above his palm, crackling as it radiated a terrifying pressure.
He rubbed his fingers together, and a bolt of red lightning shot out, becoming an arc of light that struck Shen Luo in the lower abdomen.
The lightning instantly tore open Shen Luo's belly, leaving a ghastly wound of charred flesh.
Watching Shen Luo collapse to the ground, his face contorted with pain, Nine Nether's eyes filled with smug satisfaction. He rubbed his fingertips together again, and lightning began dancing wildly across his palm.
"Stop. I'll give you the Heavenly Register. I'll bear all the consequences. Let the others go,"