Closer and closer, the Dharma Body's palm was already about to close around Fang Yang.
The Sect Master's Wife brimmed with confidence, certain that Fang Yang would die. She could not help squeezing her shapely legs together, growing ever more ravenous.
Just moments ago...
She had still intended to engage in tender, affectionate dual cultivation with the Demon Venerable.
But now, she would subdue the demon outright, then turn him into a puppet and make him serve her well...
"Demon Venerable, ascend with me amidst the rosy clouds, and together we shall become immortals..."
The Sect Master's Wife murmured again, her face flushed.
She thought everything had already been settled.
Yet the very next moment...
She saw Fang Yang's icy eyes and the faint sneer on his face, so contemptuous and chilling.
Then...
He clenched his hand once more.
It was as though mountains collapsed and the earth split apart.
An unparalleled force erupted from his palm.
It squeezed mercilessly at her body, at her soul.
It made her feel pain in its utmost extremity.
The light went out instantly, and even the Dharma Body behind her began to shatter.
In her despair, she heard only one chilling sentence.
"You wish to ascend to paradise with me, but I wish only to trample you into the abyss."
"Because you are far too filthy!"
Chapter 161: Worn out by the demon?
Boom!
A deafening sound rang out.
Under her despairing gaze, Fang Yang remained expressionless and continued tightening his grip.
His Formless Demon Body had already activated, his blood and vital energy surging.
A terrifying presence emanated from him, capable of destroying almost everything.
As for that so-called soul light, she might have had a chance to fight if she had kept Fang Yang from approaching, but now, Fang Yang had