Zhang Xingming hovered above the battlefield, rolling demonic clouds overhead.
"At last, I've found you."
Only after killing Song Yan and truly completing the task entrusted to him by his superiors could he breathe a sigh of relief.
Almost the instant he saw Song Yan, the immense pressure of his Golden Core cultivation crashed down, locking firmly onto him.
At the same time, he raised his right hand, spreading his fingers. The surrounding Demonic Qi surged backward in a frenzy, gathering into an ink-black vortex.
At its center, a dazzling point of red light flared, radiating a destructive presence. Then he poured in his Golden Core Realm Spiritual Power without reserve, and the vortex abruptly condensed into a black hand seal.
Demonic patterns flowed, and Vengeful Ghosts wailed.
In truth, Zhang Xingming very much wanted to interrogate Song Yan-to ask where his means of manifesting the asura dharma body had come from, and how he had cultivated it to this degree.
But after thinking it over, he decided killing him first was safer. At worst, he could rummage through his Heaven and Earth Bag afterward.
Most importantly, the nine Demonic Nascent Souls within the Forbidden Ground had yet to emerge. This was an excellent opportunity.
If he dragged things out too long and drew the attention of those Asura Path seniors among them, they might take Song Yan's Heaven and Earth Bag away.
Then he would get nothing at all.
So it was best to kill this Song Yan sooner rather than later.
"Die!"
Before everyone's eyes, the hand seal vanished.
Of course, it had not truly vanished. Its speed had merely reached the limits of what an ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator's eyes could follow.
One instant it was still in his palm; the next, it was above the