Above the clouds, the fierce battle between the Tier Eight Demon and Yang Ling Feng had reached a boiling point.
The thick black aura of the demon was entwined with Yang Ling's fierce white Sword Qi in mid-air, colliding in a frenzy. Each clash erupted with an earth-shattering roar, producing shockwaves that tore through the clouds, twisting the surrounding air into vortices as if threatening to tear the heavens open.
News of the demon's minions falling one by one reached the demon's mind. Its eyes, with blood-red vertical pupils, became increasingly violent, its murderous intent boiling like a tangible force.
With a sharp perception of energy fluctuations, it instantly locked onto Robert a hundred kilometers away along the bullet's trajectory. In a flash, it transformed into a dark purple afterimage, charging recklessly towards the sniper point.
However, a white-robed figure appeared like a phantom, blocking its path.
