Wuhui fell, Shi Feng's right hand turned into a claw, gripping the face of this Demon General and squeezing it in his hand.
"Crash again!" Meanwhile, Shi Feng shouted coldly, once again manipulating the Demon Skull and Heavenly Emperor's Divine Bell to relentlessly crash against the Heavenly Demon Scepter.
"Boom!"
...
"Ah!"
Painful groans sounded continuously, and Shi Feng could clearly sense that the Demon General Wuhui, whom he held in his hand, was letting out painful screams while his body kept twitching.
Wuhui's body was becoming increasingly injured and painful.
But Shi Feng had not a single shred of pity for his pain; instead, seeing him suffer increased the pleasure in his heart.
"Crash again!" Shi Feng once again shouted coldly.
"Boom!"
"Ah!"
...
"Wait...wait a moment, Shi Feng!"
Just as Shi Feng was about to manipulate the two True God Battle Artifacts to crash the Heavenly Demon Scepter again, suddenly a shout echoed from the distance.
