In an instant, mountains crumbled and the earth split, the city was devastated, and nearly half of Bashan City was blasted to pieces by the shock waves of the two Demon Emperors' clash.
Lord Bashan and Yinwu had finally come to blows.
Some spectating demon cultivators failed to dodge in time. Without warning, a blast of air sent them flying into a stone wall more than a thousand zhang away, blood pouring from their mouths.
Even more demon cultivators were buried whole beneath the ruins, their lives ending there.
"This is bad! Run!"
The auras of demons great and small fled wildly, frantic as ants on a hot pan.
These Demon Emperors were hardly softhearted souls who would watch out for the weak around them while fighting. The city was merely a meeting place for the Demon Race, not the territory of their own tribes, so neither considered its destruction a pity. At worst, it could simply be rebuilt.
Yinwu's attention was fixed entirely on Lord Bashan. Bristling with menace, Lord Bashan shook his tiger body and charged like a thunderbolt, thrusting a plain, unadorned Black Tiger Seizes the Heart claw strike at him.
As the saying went, clouds followed dragons and wind followed tigers. When Lord Bashan struck, heaven-and-earth origin energy moved with him. Howling gang winds condensed into solid substance, revealing the image of an enormous striped tiger behind him.
This was the Dharma Form born of his heavenly demon nobility bloodline. Following him like a shadow, it possessed vast, irresistible power.
Yinwu felt as though a falling star had struck him, shaking even his mind.
Yet at that critical moment, he still reacted and broke free of the instinctive fear rising from his soul.
His body moved, darting aside as fast as lightning. His claws danced wildly,