Seeing the demons before him, Tang Yan warned gravely, "Black Generals. Their strength ranges from the middle to the late stage of the Dominion Realm.
Their streamlined scales are extremely fine and dense. Blasts of force and heavy blows generally don't work on them; their scales disperse force very effectively!
Their defenses are astonishing, and they excel at combat. They're extremely dangerous up close."
By now, the formation had taken shape, and Tang Yan gently pushed it toward the rock wall.
The formation activated immediately. A vortex of air inside it drew the poisonous gas from the abyss into the formation in an endless stream.
"Boy, you know a thing or two." The leading Black General glanced at Tang Yan, then pointed at Duan Yin. "Little girl, come on, give me a punch! I absolutely won't dodge!"
Duan Yin grew a little excited at his words.
She had the strength of the late-stage Dominion Realm, after all.
Your hide may be thick, but this young lady's strength is no trifling matter. As long as I control the momentum of my punch and compress its force from a broad surface into a line, I can break through that surface with a single point.
"Then don't resist!" Duan Yin rolled her wrists to warm up.
"Don't worry! We of the Demon Race make every word weigh as much as nine great cauldrons!" the Black General solemnly promised.
Duan Yin hesitated no longer. The Dantian inside her churned madly as she punched at the Black General before her.
The savage blast of force was compressed to its limit and slammed into the Black General's belly.
Bam!
The air exploded with a deafening boom.
Duan Yin looked up at the Black General. He hadn't budged an inch and even grinned. "Haven't you eaten, little