"Th-this..." Mad Blood Old Demon looked at Baimeng's burly body, the boundless demonic qi completely suppressing his own aura.
"There is actually such pure demonic qi in this world," he said in shock.
"I'll give you a chance now," Xu Zimo said flatly. "Swear upon your True Fate that you will forget everything you saw today.
"You may leave this place. Otherwise, you will be buried alongside the people of this city."
"We have both opened the Ninth Meridian Gate. It is still uncertain who is stronger," Mad Blood Old Demon snorted coldly.
He possessed his own pride as well.
"Throughout my life, aside from losing to that mortal fellow, I have never feared anyone."
"In our era, even Great Emperors were nothing more than ants that could be crushed with the flick of a finger," Baimeng shook his head slightly and waved his right hand.
Boundless demonic qi condensed into a savage giant face and charged toward Mad Blood Old Demon.
Mad Blood Old Demon's expression turned grave. The Blood River in the sky surged and churned, while dark-red radiance burst from around his body.
Within that endlessly rushing river of blood, vast waves of bloody light flowed.
The savage giant face crashed into the Blood River. With a boom, the entire space was blasted into collapse.
It had merely been a casual strike, yet it carried such overwhelming might.
The onlookers around them were terrified out of their wits.
Many had originally been preparing to flee, but Mad Blood Old Demon's appearance had given them a glimmer of hope.
Now, with Baimeng's arrival, the barrier of the Realm of Despair had enveloped the entire Primordial Ancient City. Even if these people wanted to flee, they no longer had the chance.
As the entire space collapsed, Mad Blood Old