Ye Guhong felt as if he had plunged into a cavern of ice, the hairs on his body standing on end as his eyes erupted with a brilliant golden light. He spun around and thrust his war spear.
BOOM!
Battle aura surged as various runes intertwined. The clash was intensely fierce, its terrifying aftershocks sweeping outward. Countless humans and demons were gravely injured or even killed by this single strike.
"A True Demon—" Ye Guhong gripped his Golden War Spear, his gaze locked on the cloud of Demonic Qi in the distance. A humanoid figure slowly emerged from it, radiating a silver light, its aura terrifyingly potent.
He stared at Ye Guhong from afar, his expression ice-cold.
