Just as the dark green slime was about to touch him, the blood lotus between Qing Chen's brows finally stirred.
A dense wall of demon flames suddenly surged up behind him, blazing fiercely, killing men and searing hearts with unbearable heat.
"Demon Lotus Karmic Fire-Sixth Revolution!"
As he circulated his Demon Seed Divine Sense, the wall of demon flames instantly blocked the dark green slime!
The moment the dark green slime touched the wall of demon flames, the raging demon fire devoured it with piercing hisses, turning it into wisps of blue smoke that vanished without a trace.
After Qing Chen shattered the second painting, which depicted a girl with a rag doll, with a single punch, the flying needles and the "giant rag doll" also vanished without a trace, as though they had never existed.
Yet Qing Chen felt not the slightest relief.
After releasing their slime, the human-faced blood moths did not hesitate or pause.
Like moths flying into a flame, they plunged straight into the wall of demon flames.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amid a string of deafening blasts, the human-faced blood moths exploded violently in the embrace of the demon flames.
Each explosion was like a Mystic Grade spell unleashed with a Foundation Establishment cultivator's full strength, releasing terrifying, heart-quaking power.
Under these successive impacts, the wall of demon flames began to sway, its power gradually declining.
Qing Chen felt waves of scorching, turbulent air rush into his face, laden with the thick stench of blood and decay.
These odors drilled straight into his nose, making him frown despite himself.
Qing Chen's heart tightened as he sensed that the force of these human-faced blood moths' self-detonations was no trifling matter.
If struck head-on, even his golden body, tempered through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinings and