"What?"
Zhou Liu was startled, thinking, what a bizarre Demonic Technique.
"Hoo—"
Ke Huai frowned slightly: "Are you ready?"
"It's really hard for me to deal with it alone, I need to conserve my strength for escaping later."
"Mm."
Yang Kaijun hummed softly, then slowly stood up: "I'm ready."
The originally huge Devilish Qi phantom now condensed and shrunk, transforming into six purple demonic lights that extended from behind Yang Kaijun.
His entire body was covered in a cloak of Devilish Qi, and even his eyes had turned light purple.
Bang!
Yang Kaijun took a step, and his figure instantly vanished.
A warning bell rang in Zhou Liu's heart, and he swiftly dodged in all directions.
Barely evading a pair of demonic palms, Zhou Liu hadn't even stabilized himself in the air before he activated his golden Talisman and counter-attacked again.
One of the purple demonic lights, like a swimming snake, deftly dodged the Sword Qi strike and directly lunged at the Flying Sword itself.
