Sigh!
Endless sighs echoed between heaven and earth.
Ye Wushuang was a Demon Fiend, but how could he possibly contend with a special physique? He was destined to fall, only to bring about the triumph of the Ten Thousand Demon Battle Body.
In this battle, Wudao had all but won.
The crowd could only feel pity for Ye Wushuang. Having met the even greater Demon Fiend, Wudao, he could only settle for second place!
BOOM!
The indestructible Demon Hall, wreathed in roiling Demon Clouds, bore down on him. The crowd felt their own bodies being suppressed, unable to move.
The crimson saber light around Ye Wushuang was also being annihilated!
One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters...
As the crimson saber light gradually faded, the Demon Hall's world-shocking Demon Qi surged forward.
But at that very moment, a disdainful smirk bloomed on Ye Wushuang's lips.
"A destined stepping stone?"
A soft, mocking voice emerged just as the crimson light was about to be extinguished.
BOOM!
