The Ancient Demon sneered when he saw that Xiao Yu had finally stopped dodging and intended to join his avatar in close combat against him.
Then his four arms grasped at the empty air. A blade and a fork appeared out of nowhere in the two hands beneath his ribs, both Demon Artifacts wreathed in black mist and radiating immense pressure.
Meanwhile, his two front hands gripped a jet-black iron staff. It was roughly ten feet long, thick at the front and narrow at the rear, with its thickest section as broad as an upper arm. Pitch-black from end to end, it emitted no discernible spiritual pressure and looked like nothing more than an utterly unremarkable piece of ordinary iron.
But since the Ancient Demon held this staff with such care, there had to be something extraordinary about it.
Xiao Yu knew this perfectly well as he charged forward, so he kept his attention tightly focused, ready to respond at any moment.
When he had covered only half the distance, the Ancient Demon swung the two arms beneath his ribs. The Demon Blade and Fork flew from his hands, grew to several dozen feet in size, and shot forth as two streaks of black light, reaching the avatar in an instant.
"Hah!" The magic power within the avatar surged madly. He thrust both palms forward, sending a multitude of fist shadows to intercept the black streaks.
With several thunderous booms, the black streaks broke through the fist shadows and slashed viciously down at the avatar's head.
The avatar remained utterly unperturbed. He poured magic power into his hands, his arms suddenly swelling thicker, then raised them to strike overhead.
Boom, boom, boom! His golden fists struck the sides of the blade and fork in an instant. Golden and black radiance