The man who suddenly appeared behind Xiao Yan was none other than the King of Slaughter.
He wore blood-red robes and a high-collared cape, his face pale. Compared to before, numerous eerie blood markings had appeared on his pallid skin. The sword-shaped demonic mark on his forehead had brightened, and a pair of blood-red wings spread behind him.
"When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman reaps the reward."
The instant that voice rang out, Xiao Yan sensed something. He hurriedly turned his head, only to see a blood-red figure flash across his vision. Then a sinister face came into view-it was unmistakably the King of Slaughter.
"Brat, it's over. This is what happens when you threaten me!"
The blood-red Clear Sky Hammer in the King of Slaughter's hand swung out violently, its head accompanied by a sonic boom. Its tremendous pressure sent ripples of energy through the surrounding space. Reflected in Xiao Yan's shrinking pupils, the Clear Sky Hammer smashed hard into his back, catching him completely off guard.
"Pfft!"
The tremendous force struck his back, and Xiao Yan's face instantly turned deathly pale. He could no longer hold back a mouthful of crimson blood and spat it out. Propelled by that enormous force, his body plunged toward the magma below.
Casting a brief glance at the scorching magma beneath him, Xiao Yan's gaze sharpened slightly. He slowly raised his right foot, hesitated for a moment, then drew a deep breath and stamped down hard. As his foot descended, his plummeting body shifted its trajectory slightly.
"Three Thousand Lightning Movement!"
With a low shout, a silver radiance surged from the sole of Xiao Yan's foot. A deep rumble of wind and thunder followed, spreading outward and shaking the nearby magma into gentle ripples.
"Hiss!"
His foot came down again,