Demonic energy boiled around Jiang Ming. As the saying went, turning dark made you stronger. With that energy surging, it was as though he had completed Demon Transformation in an instant.
Hearing the Supreme Yin Divine Son's words and realizing who he was only made Jiang Ming's fury surge higher.
He had two things to do: wipe out the Supreme Yin Sect and the Golden Crow Race on this planet.
The Supreme Yin Sect had severed the Supreme Yin Human Emperor's legacy. They had killed one of his descendants and refined his skull into a demonic artifact.
Demonic energy shot skyward from Jiang Ming. Black clouds rolled around him, his hair whipped wildly, and his demonic might shook the heavens. Shrouded in mist, he flickered in and out of sight. Twenty-four savage demonic shadows knelt around him—Chi, Mei, Wang, Liang, and others—waiting for his call.
The North Sea stretched endlessly beneath them, its black waters bitterly cold and steeped in Lunar Power. Fighting here gave the Supreme Yin Divine Son the advantage.
Black seawater and the Supreme Yin Divine Son's Lunar Power converged around him, sweeping across the sky like absolute zero. Utterly cold yet yielding, it froze everything and snuffed out all life.
Each towering wave that could have shattered the clouds turned to black ice, yet still crashed toward Jiang Ming.
"Nearness and Ends of the Earth!"
Jiang Ming shouted and let the frozen waves bear down on him. But they might as well have been ten thousand miles away. None could touch him.
In the next instant, Jiang Ming threw a punch. Though they were far apart, his fist blasted through the King's Funeral Bell protecting the Supreme Yin Divine Son. The King's Weapon, raised for defense, was punched clean through and shattered into pieces.
The force