"Six Extremes True Demon Art!"
"At least you have some knowledge. Just how powerful this art of mine is, you can experience for yourself."
Wen Tianren sneered. Then an exceptionally tall phantom with two horns on its head stretched out its thick arms. With a single sweep, it shattered the Golden Great Hand.
Lin He hurriedly recalled the Black Bowl and his three golden needles, but the towering phantom charged straight at him.
This was a Great Strength True Demon, endowed with divine strength and unstoppable might. A single swing of its hand battered the entire golden Protective Shield until it trembled violently, looking ready to collapse.
The Great Strength True Demon threw three punches, and the golden Protective Shield finally dissipated. Lin He only had time to put away the Golden Ruyi before the demon's next punch struck him. A blue figure plunged from midair and slammed into the ground.
"You took a direct blow from a Great Strength True Demon equal to a late Core Formation cultivator. Even if you aren't dead, you must be gravely injured. It seems you're bound to lose this battle!"
Wen Tianren mocked him, but his expression soon changed. The Lin He who had been smashed into the ground suddenly dissolved into specks of starlight. He had actually been an Illusory Clone.
Not good! Wen Tianren realized something was wrong.
Sure enough, a blue figure suddenly appeared beside the Great Strength True Demon. Two golden fists lashed out in a frenzy, unleashing countless densely packed golden fist shadows that surrounded the demon in an instant.
After a thunderous crash, the Great Strength True Demon retreated frantically. Its phantom form had grown much fainter, and its aura had plummeted a thousand fathoms, as though it might vanish at any moment.
Just then, a somewhat