Ma Jing and Pang Ruyuan joined forces to attack Wei Yidao from both sides, but Wei Yidao only grew fiercer as he fought, never falling the slightest bit behind.
Powerful auras of demonic arts erupted from all three men. Ma Jing had not risen from the ranks of the hall masters, but he came from the God-Burying Hall, and the aura of his cultivation method still leaned toward the God-Burying Demonic Art.
Pang Ruyuan had already unleashed the full power of the twelfth level of the God-Burying Demonic Art, and his aura thoroughly overpowered Ma Jing's.
In overall strength, however, Pang Ruyuan was still slightly inferior to Ma Jing. Ma Jing was considerably older, and his internal power was somewhat deeper.
Wei Yidao and Pang Ruyuan were about the same age. The Heavenly Demon Skill was inherently less powerful than the God-Burying Demonic Art, so by rights, he should have been the weakest.
Unfortunately, Wei Yidao's talent surpassed Pang Ruyuan's. His current strength could no longer be measured against Pang Ruyuan's at all.
"Wei Yidao, you have some nerve!" Pang Ruyuan said, his expression turning savage.
He had never expected Wei Yidao to meet both their palms head-on by himself. Was he trying to pit his internal power against both of theirs?
The three hovered in midair. Pang Ruyuan and Ma Jing stamped hard against the void beneath their feet. Everyone heard a thunderous rumble from the sky, then saw the two men's auras surge, with palm force pouring out wildly from the palms pressed against Wei Yidao's in particular.
Three streams of force sprayed wildly through the air, forming countless hurricanes that shredded the ruins below all over again. What had been rubble was now almost reduced to powder.
Wei Yidao gave a loud shout and shook both palms.