While he was distracted, Hu Ze's Avatar had already reached Wang Ran. Wang Ran could only cast aside his tangled thoughts and concentrate on the enemy before him.
But to his despair, he still could not touch Hu Ze, while Hu Ze's claws sliced like knives, easily shredding his clothes, armor, and treasures, tormenting him as though with the torture of a thousand cuts.
In just a few breaths, he was a bloody mess, braced on the ground with utter terror in his eyes.
Against an enemy he could neither strike nor touch, yet who could attack him at will, all his methods, schemes, Divine Abilities, and spells became meaningless.
Wang Ran could only watch helplessly as Hu Ze's Avatar passed him and flew toward Prince Yong.
Prince Yong's face was deathly pale, but his lips remained tightly pressed together, his expression resolute. "Hu Ze, killing me won't be so easy!"
"Roooar!"
Amid the dragon's roar, a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon leaped up, taking on a form that seemed almost solid.
Though Prince Yong was no True Dragon, he was nevertheless a direct descendant of the imperial Dragon Family and possessed immense authority to command the Great Dao of this world. Through an unseen resonance of fortune, he made the mountains, rivers, and marshes of all Bamboo Province tremble together.
Rumble!
As the phantom Five-Clawed Golden Dragon soared, a purple thunderbolt more than ten feet thick fell from the sky like a sharp spear, striking at Hu Ze with terrifying might.
Prince Yong seemed to see the corners of Hu Ze's mouth rise in a sneer before the thunderbolt swallowed his figure, obliterating him from sight.
Did I kill him? Prince Yong froze briefly, then realized, No, he's unharmed!
*At the very least, he's still a Demon King, and he was