"Break!"
Shan Hao roared furiously, his thousand-foot body blazing with golden light. His fist, powerful enough to shatter mountains, slammed straight into the Evil Fiend before him.
Overwhelming power erupted.
The blow split the Evil Fiend's flesh and sent him staggering backward.
By this point in the battle.
Shan Hao had gained an absolute advantage.
When this blow landed.
The Evil Fiend completely lost the ability to fight back.
"You invaded the lands of Great Zhao!"
"You deserve death!"
Killing intent surged within Shan Hao. His attacks were heavy and fierce, swift as lightning. Unable even to resist, the Evil Fiend was battered into a stumbling collapse, his flesh splitting again and again. No matter how the demonic qi tried to repair it, it accomplished nothing.
Boom—
Another punch blasted out.
The Evil Fiend's body smashed through a mountain.
A stone spear appeared in Shan Hao's hand. An ancient, desolate aura instantly spread, stirring the winds and clouds across the heavens.
"Ancestral Weapon!"
The instant they saw the Stone Spear, all the Evil Fiends, including the Asura Demon God, looked shocked—even horrified.
Evil Fiends were almost immortal and indestructible.
Few things could truly kill members of the Evil Fiend Race.
Ancestral weapons—
Happened to be among them.
"Ancestral Weapon?" The Marquis of Northcloud was momentarily startled as well, but that voice soon rang out in his mind.
"It isn't a true ancestral weapon. It has merely been imbued with a trace of an ancestral weapon's aura. It should be one of the stone implements people worshipped back then. The true weapon still exists somewhere."
Hearing this, the Marquis of Northcloud felt a little relieved.
Soon.
The voice spoke again. "Still, killing these things doesn't require the ancestral weapon itself. A bunch of worms that survive by relying on the Demon