The wind rose. The fist fell.
A single punch decided the outcome!
Against Su Changsheng's fist descending from the sky, all resistance was futile.
Just that single punch shattered its Phantom Divine Ability, sending it crashing to the ground, vomiting blood. All the defenses it had hastily mustered proved utterly useless.
His already gravely wounded Yao Body nearly split apart.
"So strong!"
"How could this be..."
The Illusion King's eyes widened as he vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood, his heart sinking steadily. Whether in Divine Ability or strength, he was completely outmatched.
He had never encountered a Yao this powerful in his life.
Even uninjured, it would have been no match for this absurdly enormous Snake Yao. Only Yao who had actually experienced the latter's power could understand it. For a dazed moment, it almost thought a Ninth-Level Demon Race had targeted it.
Yet this one before him was clearly eighth level. A Ninth-Level Demon Race's Yao Nature merged into its Yao Body, making it impossible to hide during combat. Even the various Runes and Cultivation Methods were essentially incapable of concealing those characteristics.
This was also one reason Ninth-Level Demon Races rarely played the pig to eat the tiger.
But an eighth-level Yao severely wounding him with one punch was even harder to believe.
Of course, this was not arrogance. The prodigies in the Great Yao Caves could accomplish the same thing. But he had never imagined that here, in the wilderness around the Black Mountain Demon Stockade, there would also be a Yao capable of severely wounding him with a single punch.
This was too fucking ridiculous!
You're already this strong, yet you still sneak around playing the oriole behind the mantis? What a damn sneak!
The Illusion King cursed inwardly.
In truth, the moment the Flying