Shing...!
But with an ear-piercing blade cry, Yang Hong swung his saber, carrying the blade shadow formed from the Red Blade Army's battle intent, and forcibly cleaved the great river battle intent behind Chijia in two.
Yet faced with Yang Hong's strike, Chijia showed not the slightest fear. Instead, excitement filled his face.
As Yang Hong's blade shadow was about to fall, Chijia roared:
"Prancing clown! Get lost...!"
As he spoke, Chijia actually drew upon the power of Nine Infants' battle intent behind him and the great river battle intent of the battle formation beneath him, throwing a punch straight at Yang Hong's blade shadow.
Bam...!
Amid the tremendous crash, the punch sent Yang Hong flying backward.
Fortunately, his battle intent did not shatter as a result.
Seeing this, Huo Xuan exclaimed in astonishment:
"This Demonic General Chijia can actually turn the battle formation's power entirely to his own use?"
As he spoke, Chijia roared again:
"Form the Star-Shaking Battle Formation!"
At once, part of the Nine Abysses Demonic Army behind him changed formations again.
Rumble...!
An invisible gravitational force resembling mountain spirit power came howling out of the battle formation behind Chijia.
Boom...!
For a moment, even Yang Hong abruptly sank under the pressure of this mountain-spirit-like battle intent.
Demonic General Chijia immediately shouted:
"Prancing clown! Do you dare take another punch from me?!"
As he spoke, Chijia, whose body had completely merged with the phantom of Nine Infants' battle intent behind him, suddenly brought down another punch at Yang Hong, carrying the military formation's battle intent behind him.
Rumble...!
In an instant, an enormous fist shadow carrying terrifying combat power hurtled toward Yang Hong and the Red Blade Army behind him like a falling star.
Clang...!
At this critical moment, Lü Daoxuan had already thrust his sword toward