Pang Xiangming pointed out a divine technique in mid-air, causing the surging waves to condense into a giant spear, which shot out and directly pierced through the Fatty Leader’s abdon.
The Fatty Leader’s attack was thwarted, his stance unsteady, and he imdiately crashed into the stage behind him, shattering it to pieces.
This scene, however, left Pang Xiangming dumbfounded.
He glanced at the lingering divine energy swirling around his finger and couldn’t help but think, "Am I really this powerful?"
He hadn’t even considered that his recent attack would deal such significant damage to the Fatty Leader. This undoubtedly boosted his confidence as he advanced, enveloping the collapsing stage in his energy.
"Hmph, not even blood sacrifice divine technique can support you, you better surrender early!"
A hideous, skeletal hand reached out from the rubble of the stage. It suddenly stretched towards a Flying Ship Guard nearby, and then a huge mouth erged from the ruins, devouring the guard in one gulp.
The crunching sound sent a shiver down Pang Xiangming’s spine.
He ate a person alive, he actually ate a person alive! In the most savage, most brutal way!
A scarlet ripple brewed up, gradually turning into a surging blood wave.
The imnse pressure forced everyone to stop their actions.
Pang Xiangming felt all his ridians seemingly constrict under this oppressive force, the flow of his immortal energy slowed and heavy as if frozen. His Dantian and even his Purple Mansion were being oppressed.
Not good,
Very not good!
Pang Xiangming was overco with a primal fear, wanting to flee the scene imdiately.
But... he knew, if he fled, he would surely be thrown into Great Li’s Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison. A fate more terrifying than death.
The wreckage of the stage exploded.
The Fatty Leader was covered in blood. The blood even ford into pieces of armor, enveloping him. Holding a spear ford of blood and demonic qi, he stood there... if this demonic aura were replaced with divine might, he would resemble a Divine General.
Pang Xiangming’s fighting spirit was nearly depleted under the pressure. He instinctively retreated two steps.
At this mont, he couldn’t even compare himself to the demon cultivator in front of him. He felt the other’s aura and power overwhelmingly crushing him in all aspects.
This is what a demon cultivator is.
Always able to gain unimaginable power by paying a heavy price.
Pang Xiangming was certain that this demon cultivator was burning his lifebound object. Just like... a Sword Cultivator burns their Lifebound Flying Sword.
In the Fatty Leader’s eyes was ultimate madness, as if he had lost sanity, leaving only the will to kill.
With spear in hand, he advanced at a speed Pang Xiangming couldn’t perceive, arriving before him, raising it high and bringing it down, aiming to shatter both his spirit and body with one strike.
But,
As the spear descended halfway, suddenly... it paused, and its power vanished directly.
Only then did Pang Xiangming react. The crisis of death made the hair on his back stand on end, breaking into a cold sweat in an instant. Relying on instinct, he dodged away.
The Fatty Leader, however, seed absent-minded, staring dumbly at the spear in his hand... unable to understand, unable to understand... why, why did my weapon suddenly feel like it wasn’t mine? It felt like, in that instant, it beca soone else’s weapon, or was controlled by soone else.
He absolutely refused to believe that Pang Xiangyang controlled his weapon.
Could it be... are there other experts here?
Recollecting earlier, the blood mist was gradually thinning... he suddenly released his soul, starting to search.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Who, who is hiding in the dark using sinister tricks!
Watch find you and grind you into minced at!
Sowhere on the second floor,
Fan Wubing saw the Fatty Leader suddenly stop below, instantly sensing trouble, "Oh no! He’s realized! Overestimated it!"
Earlier, it was he who used his innate ability "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" to temporarily and forcibly control the Fatty Leader’s weapon, creating an opportunity for Pang Xiangming to escape.
There’s no denying that "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" is very powerful, after all, it relies on the enhancent of physical strength, surprisingly able to control others’ weapons across two major realms.
Even though it was only a brief mont. But it was this mont that changed the situation.
However,
This also made the Fatty Leader aware that there were others present.
Fan Wubing sensed a vast soul spreading out, covering the area indiscriminately.
Nowhere to hide!
Soul perception, it’s soul perception!
If it were energy sense, Fan Wubing could use Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to simulate his own energy as the surrounding energy to evade. But the Fatty Leader was using soul perception; unless one’s soul had the ability of the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, one would surely be discovered.
"Damn, my soul is still too weak!"
What to do?
In a brief mont, Fan Wubing’s mind raced.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and stopped using the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to disguise, instead, he unabashedly revealed his true energy.
What is his true energy?
With the pure top-grade demonic skill of Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill... naturally, it’s demonic qi.
Once revealed,
To others, he appears as a demon cultivator.
Sure enough!
The Fatty Leader, eager to find the "hidden attacker," swept his soul past him without any doubt or pause.
It worked!
Below, however, the Fatty Leader was utterly perplexed... were there no others? But then, what happened just now? Could it really be a skill of Pang Xiangming? Yet, the intelligence didn’t ntion he had such a move.
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