After the massive demon blasted apart Yi Tianyun's attack with its giant palm, it swung its huge hand to grab him. The enormous palm was like a roiling black cloud, enveloping the entire top of the Celestial Altar.
The expressions of the surrounding Cultivators changed drastically. They never expected Ming Chen to be able to summon such a terrifying demon. They feared that if one were caught by it, their soul would surely be devoured.
"Hand over your soul!" Ming Chen let out a bitter laugh. He wasn't in good shape himself. Even if he won, it would take a very long time for him to recover.
This burst of power had been too extreme. He had sacrificed too much of his own soul to summon this demon; only by doing so could he call forth a stronger one. Blasting Yi Tianyun's attack apart with a single strike was the best proof of its power.
