"Eh? I didn't expect you to be quite tenacious."
Zhang Xiaoman withdrew the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder.
In the area previously occupied by the Demon Clan, a figure was still trembling and standing, not directly destroyed, but it looked like it was at the end of its rope.
Wu Qi no longer had the spirited appearance he had at the beginning, looking utterly miserable.
The Purple Cloud Divine Thunder caused him great damage; had he not used some secret technique, he would have been killed outright just moments ago.
"You, who exactly are you... How can you possess the power of 'Destruction'... Could it be... No, that's impossible! It's absolutely impossible!"
Wu Qi seemed oblivious to his injuries, staring at Zhang Xiaoman with shock and disbelief.
He was a Peak Level Lower God who had already comprehended the 'Immortal' Divine Domain.
Ordinary attacks should not be able to kill him.
At most, they could only push him to the brink of death, much like the Plague God once was.
