The Demonic Obstacle

Evil Demons

Whoosh—

Above the ruined city ahead, winds and clouds churned as countless spirits of creation crashed down like meteors, charging at the evil spirits.

Clad in battle armor and wielding a halberd, Luo Beiming's figure swept across heaven and earth. The Temporal Zenith Step beneath his feet had been pushed to its limit; no one of the same realm could catch sight of him.

Among these Netherworld Evil Spirits was his old adversary, Fierce Demon.

Fierce Demon spotted Luo Beiming as well. Licking his scarlet lips, he let out a sinister cackle. "Hahaha, Luo Beiming, this is the tenth time we've fought in thirty years, isn't it?"

"It's been a year. Let this lord see whether your strength has improved."

Fierce Demon raised the Ten Thousand Souls Banner high. Countless demonic souls howled and roared, forming a combined demonic formation. A colossal demonic soul, ten thousand zhang tall, materialized between heaven and earth, its enormous hand sweeping toward Luo Beiming.

Luo Beiming's gaze sharpened. A faint bloodlight flowed over his armor, and the killing aura around him was terrifying.

He neither dodged nor evaded, stepping forth with the Temporal Zenith Step to meet the attack head-on.

Rumble!

Another earth-shaking boom erupted over the ruins. This city was completely wiped from the face of the earth, leaving behind only a massive crater.

A roar surged forth like raging waves. Amid the churning clouds, a Kunpeng wreathed in bloodlight swooped in to fight, its vast body darting through space.

Gripping the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Fierce Demon pushed his divine sense to its limit, trying to lock onto the Kunpeng's figure. Yet the opponent was simply too fast, weaving through the gaps between space itself, impossible for him to catch.

That move again!

Fierce Demon gnashed his teeth and tossed