The Sting Demon General suddenly tossed his massive blade and spear into the air. His hands flashed through spell seals as he chanted, a strange, tongue-twisting language spilling endlessly from his mouth. Black light flickered wildly over his entire body.
As the Sting Demon General chanted and formed seals, the pitch-black orb that had been circling overhead began swelling madly. The cracking sounds came from that orb. Fissures suddenly spread across its surface, and red light streamed through the narrow cracks.
"Don't let him cast that spell!" Although Zhang Cai had no idea what the Sting Demon General intended, interrupting his spell was the first priority. He shouted to the others without pausing his own spellcasting. His fingers rapidly formed seal after seal before he jabbed hard at the Dragonhead Ingot before him. Eight Golden Beams immediately blasted out in succession. With his other hand, he tossed several elixirs into his mouth. Repeatedly using the Dragonhead Ingot had consumed a considerable amount of his magic power.
"Hah!" Suoluo had breathed a sigh of relief when the Sting Demon General suddenly darted away. After fighting him for so long, both his hands had been battered numb. But he also knew this was the critical moment. Besides, the Old Devil's declaration that the warm-up was over suggested he had yet to give his all. Suoluo could only grit his teeth and press on. With an angry roar, brilliant golden light blazed from his hands. He whirled his Spade like a tornado, filling the eye with flashing golden light. Its momentum was truly formidable; clearly, he had brought out the divine ability he kept at the bottom of his chest.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lingzi slapped his Storage Pouch. A glittering golden arrow shot out, and he caught it and nocked it on his green-glowing