Ruins Sea.
Nine Layers Land.
The more Taixuzi fought, the more apprehensive he became, not due to the strength or numbers of the high-rank Divine Generals besieging him. Such things were not shocking. What truly unsettled him was Yan Chuan's precise analysis of his True Skill, so penetrating and masterful, as if Yan Chuan was a worm inside his stomach, articulating every move.
"Living Yama!"
"Surely has some tricks!"
Taixuzi let out a cold hum, secretly thinking: "Let's see if you can figure out my next move, 'Vajra Demon Suppressing Hand'!"
Taixuzi reversed his True Qi!
Vajra Fury Palm!
Demon Suppression!
All the muscles on his body instantly bulged, and True Qi surged within him like magma, gathering at his palm. His hand became enormous and fiery red, as if engulfed in roaring flames.
The palm's wind rushed out, carrying a sweeping heat wave and intense suppression, scorching the surrounding air into twisted shapes.
