In the void, millions of the Demon Race fell utterly silent.
The figure that had taken human form from the "Sun" was cold and powerful, impossible to look at directly.
Behind her, wings of golden flame condensed from solar true flame slowly unfurled, every wisp of fire warping the void.
Zhu Yao.
Zhu Yao at her peak.
Feng Qing stood in the distance, her pupils trembling slightly.
That aura was exactly as it had been in ancient times. No, perhaps it was even... stronger.
What on earth was going on?!
"The Imperial Lord... has recovered?"
The demons who felt that aura murmured to themselves as well, filled with disbelief.
Blood stained the corner of Ying You's mouth after he had been slapped away. His expression turned utterly grim as he looked at that figure.
"Impossible..."
"How could she... so quickly..."
Before he could finish, Zhu Yao appeared right before him!
Immediately afterward, a massive palm condensed from solar true flame descended from the sky, striking at Ying You.
Ying You's pupils contracted. This was almost exactly the same move that black-robed man had used! In a panic, he mustered his demonic power to resist.
Boom!!!
Ying You held out for only a moment before he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Flames scattered everywhere.
His dragon body hurtled backward.
But Zhu Yao gave him no chance to catch his breath.
She raised her hand and delivered another palm strike.
As he reeled backward, Ying You's expression hardened, and his dragon claws met the blow again.
Bang!
The dragon claws collided with her palm. Unable to bear the force, Ying You's scales and claws broke apart.
Before he could even register his shock, Zhu Yao's third palm strike arrived.
Bang!
The fourth palm strike.
Bang!
Every palm strike Zhu Yao delivered