"Tsk, tsk. As expected of the Devouring Demon Clan's Young Master. You certainly have deep pockets!" Seeing Duan Tian survive the Black Dragon Spirit-Devouring Hand, Xiao Yan gave a mocking smile. He could naturally tell that although Duan Tian had narrowly escaped with his life, the price he had paid was far from small. Many of the things he had thrown out were comparable to quasi-Peerless Sacred Artifacts. No matter how vast the Devouring Demon Clan's wealth was, surely it could not withstand such reckless squandering.
"I never imagined someone would one day force me into such a state!" Duan Tian's expression darkened. As the Young Master of the Devouring Demon Clan, who specialized in devouring power, being reduced to such a miserable state by an ant he despised using that very power was an unparalleled humiliation. "To repay you, I'll swallow you alive and skin you raw!"
"What? Haven't I taught you enough of a lesson already? Want a few more slaps?" Xiao Yan continued to taunt him, clearly not taking Duan Tian seriously.
Repeatedly mocked by Xiao Yan, Duan Tian's expression grew uglier still. He bellowed in fury, and a tide of demonic energy suddenly surged beneath his feet. The ground shattered everywhere the tide swept, then countless pillars of demonic light shot upward, finally forming a pitch-black demonic silhouette in midair.
The instant that demonic silhouette formed, Xiao Yan clearly sensed the space surrounding it shatter into nothingness. It was so enormous that even a Supreme Dharma Body a hundred thousand feet tall would have seemed as insignificant as dust beneath it. From its body, Xiao Yan felt a destructive fluctuation. He had no doubt that even a casual strike from this demonic silhouette would easily destroy a small or medium-sized continent!
"That's..." When Qing Yanjing saw