They thought the demon would surely be gravely wounded.
After all, even they had to avoid this thick, blood-colored mist. Now that the demon was trapped deep within it, things certainly would not end well for him.
"Die, demon!"
The three rogue cultivators' eyes lit up.
They, too, thought this was a rare opportunity.
Without the slightest hesitation, they came thundering forward.
The blood-colored Dharma Form even opened its mouth and bit at Fang Yang, intending to bite him to death in one go.
Fang Yang finally raised his head.
He remained expressionless, but two marks-a sun and a moon-had appeared between his brows.
One was ink-black, the other purple.
Hazy and indistinct, they flickered in and out of sight.
Within his body, his raging blood and vitality churned like molten lava.
The instant this violent blood energy emerged, the thick, blood-colored mist surrounding Fang Yang scattered.
It was as though lowly ants had encountered the king who ruled over all.
Then Fang Yang activated his Formless Demon Body and threw a punch.
Like smashing rotten wood, with the crushing might of thunder!
The punch looked calm, yet carried enough power to crush everything.
Cold, calm!
Countless ranks above.
By now, the blood-colored Dharma Form had charged up to Fang Yang and opened its mouth to devour him. Struck by his punch, it instantly shattered into dust.
The blood mist receded, and the Dharma Form withered away.
Huge, bloody holes were blasted through the three rogue cultivators' chests as well.
Blood kept trickling down.
Broken remains fell to the floor.
Then they stared fixedly at Fang Yang, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Finally, they dropped to their knees with a thud and died wretchedly on the spot.
Yet Fang Yang sat in his chair, his black robes billowing,