"I understand what you mean, but can the suppression from this otherworldly aura really keep driving Jiang Hengdao's internal power down?" Baili Zhen asked.
Everyone had considered this question, but it was simply too astonishing, a little too hard to believe.
"We have to have that confidence ourselves," Huang Xiao said with a smile.
Seeing Huang Xiao smile, the others smiled as well.
Was this finding joy amid suffering?
But at least Heaven had given them something to hope for. However remote it might be, they still harbored that tiny sliver of expectation.
"Jiang Hengdao, you dare look down on me?" the Demon God roared after Jiang Hengdao knocked him back with a palm strike.
He had attacked with almost all his strength just now, yet Jiang Hengdao had disdainfully knocked him back with a casual palm strike.
Jiang Hengdao's expression and attitude left him beside himself with rage.
"To be honest, I really don't think much of your strength," Jiang Hengdao sneered. "Never mind you, I don't think much of Xuan Yuanjun either. It's only because Xuan Yuanjun has some ability in formation arts that I take him a little more seriously."
"Outrageous!" the Demon God roared. He pushed off hard, and his figure vanished from the spot with a whoosh.
Even if Jiang Hengdao spoke the truth, the Demon God could not accept it.
Jiang Hengdao scoffed. His feet shifted slightly, and he extended his right index finger, pointing it forward.
With a bang, an immense force scattered in all directions.
"Impossible!" the Demon God roared.
His powerful punch had actually been stopped by a single finger from Jiang Hengdao, and the sharp finger force transmitted through that finger sent a stabbing pain through his fist.
Roaring furiously, the Demon God immediately unleashed a frenzy of punches, shrouding