In the woods.
A figure crashed heavily to the ground.
Boom!
An enormous crash rang out.
A huge crater was smashed into the ground.
Then a force descended from the sky, piercing something like a spear.
A scream rang out.
Blood seeped from the corner of Mu Kong's mouth. Looking no more than ten or so years old, he lay pinned to the ground.
"Wasting my time."
"I'll deal with you once I've finished with them."
An ethereal voice drifted down from above the woods.
Mu Kong glared viciously at the sky, watching the other party leave with his own eyes.
Only after a long while did he catch his breath. "Humans have changed so much. To wield such terrifying might with that level of cultivation-no wonder the Demon Race needs a whole group to deal with a single human of the same level.
"But still, not much experience. How could this thing possibly pin me down?"
He raised his hand slightly and grasped the spear.
Then his Evil God aura erupted, beginning to envelop the entire spear.
After a long time, the spear slowly faded, finally disappearing.
Only then did Mu Kong let his hand fall limply, his whole body heaving for breath.
That had exhausted what little strength he had left.
He needed to recover his strength and leave this place as soon as possible.
Once the other party returned, he would probably be doomed.
As for the people nearby, he paid them no mind.
There should have been people here when he arrived, but after such powerful shock waves, even if they were alive, they would be in poor condition.
Even in good condition, they would pose no threat to him.
As an Evil God, he was someone ordinary cultivators had to think twice about approaching.
But