At the same time, Xuanwu was knocked back several steps by the repulsive energy, and his face instantly turned pale.
Although his eyes were unwavering, his body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that the attack just now caused him a lot of damage.
Xuanwu clenched the Wuji Divine King Staff in his hand, blood dripping from his fingers, dyeing his artifact red.
"Hmph, it seems you can't do it." Xuanwu sneered, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
He seemed to have seen through the strength of the lion demon.
Xuanwu easily waved the Wuji God King Stick in his hand, as if driving away dust, and launched an attack on the lion demon.
"End it!" The lion demon's roar shook the world and surged like a violent wind.
His body turned into a bright light and violently collided with Xuanwu's "Wuji God King Stick".
The violent force made the surrounding air tremble, as if even the heaven and earth were about to collapse under this force.
Xuanwu danced the Wuji God King Stick, and its power was like thunder accumulating power, causing a loud "rumbling" sound in an instant.
The violent force was like a raging sea wave, violently hitting the lion demon's head.
The Lion Demon's head was hit so hard that it felt as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, opening a bottomless wound. Demonic blood splashed out like a fountain, dyeing the entire arena black.
"Ah——" The lion demon's scream was as deafening as thunder, and a stream of black demon blood spurted out from its mouth.
His body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
In mid-air, his head suddenly exploded, and the black and white brains and demon blood were like black raindrops, falling on the body of the lion demon below, forming a cruel and spectacular picture.
Then, Xuanwu slowly opened his mouth, and an invisible suction force spread out from it, rippling in the air like a mysterious force.
The lion demon and his items seemed to lose the ability to resist in front of this force, quickly shrunk, and then were swallowed by Xuanwu.
Xuanwu appeared under the ring instantly as if teleporting, and his body landed firmly on the ground.
At this time, Zhang Liucheng looked around at the crowd of demons. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through the hearts of the demons.
He has a tall and straight posture and a strong aura, exuding an unparalleled majesty and domineering air.
Then, he slowly turned around and cast his gaze on the young man in black robe.
He ordered calmly: "Poor boy, go to the ring to meet the challenge of the two demons."
"Okay, brother," the poor boy said excitedly, "it's finally my turn to show my style."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and stepped onto the ring confidently.
The poor boy stood on the ring with sharp eyes, looking down at the demons below.
With a loud voice, he challenged the demons below: "I want to challenge the two weak demons in Demon City! You guys without dignity, wash your necks quickly, climb up on this ring, and accept my challenge. I Can’t wait to defeat you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, two looming figures suddenly soared out from the crowd in Demon City.
The two demons were surrounded by black mist, as if they came from the abyss of hell, making everyone feel cold and frightened.
A deep dark power emanated around them, as if even the heavens and the earth were trembling in front of this power.
They held the mace tightly, which was an ancient magic weapon with sharp thorns inlaid on the surface, like wolf's teeth, sharp and cold.
These two figures belong to the famous ghost demons among the demon clan. They live on darkness and terror. They are good at moving quietly in the dark night and taking away lives silently.
The moment the Ghost Demon stepped into the ring, the Demon Clan crowd instantly boiled, and the discussion was as enthusiastic as boiling water.
Some demons declared loudly, as if their voices could cover the entire battlefield: "Hahaha... our demon city will definitely win this battle."
Their laughter was arrogant and confident, as if they had seen the dawn of victory, shining brightly and illuminating their eyes.
There are also some demons who are full of confidence and look forward to breaking the Demon City's losing streak in this battle and winning a rare victory.
Their spirits were high and their blood was boiling, ready to witness this important moment of historic significance.
On the ring, two huge ghost demons looked like evil spirits walking out of the abyss of hell, their eyes flashing with cold blue light, staring closely at the poor boy opposite.
The ghost demon held the mace tightly in his hand, with a ferocious face and a rainbow-like momentum.
One of the ghost demons glared at the poor boy and said in a threatening tone: "Boy, we two brothers are willing to fight you."
The poor boy raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the two ghost demons, and raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.
He straightened his chest, showed no fear, and said bravely: "You two come together!"
When the other ghost demon heard this, he felt angry at being looked down upon by this boy.
He roared: "You kid, how dare you say such arrogant words! Do you know how fragile your life is?"
The poor boy was not surprised at all, but smiled more confidently. He glared at the two ghost demons and said, "Then I want to see if you can let me die! At least I am still standing now, and..."
He paused and stared at the two ghost demons, "What I have is not just life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic force surged through the poor boy's body, like a volcano erupting.
It was a terrifying black gas, like a flame ignited by the night, with the determination to destroy everything, instantly covering the entire arena.
At the same time, a bright light flashed across the poor boy's arms. In an instant, the Shining Flame God's Gloves were attached to his arms, shining with blazing light, as if every gem contained infinite power.
His Gauntlet of the Flame God shines brightly, as if it contains infinite power.
They twinkle in the darkness like stars in the night sky.
His fists were clenched, filled with that powerful force, as if it could break the darkness.
Seeing this scene, the two ghost demons clenched their maces, like two wild beasts, and rushed towards the poor boy fiercely.
Their speed was unparalleled, and they were approaching the poor boy in an instant.
The wind roared as the mace danced, and it hit the poor boy fiercely.
The poor boy had quick eyesight and jumped back instantly, cleverly avoiding this fatal blow.
Then he snorted and mocked: "This speed won't make me lose the prize!"
The two ghost demons were furious and rushed towards the poor boy.
"Zheng!" The mace and the Glitter God's Fist met in the air, making a harsh impact sound, as if they were venting endless anger.
Another ghost demon witnessed this scene, and the fear in his heart gushed out like a spring.
His attacks seemed insignificant in front of the fiery power, and he felt unprecedented despair.
At this moment, the strength of the poor boy's whole body instantly condensed, like a lion locking its prey in the jungle, preparing to attack suddenly.
His fist was like a tiger descending the hillside, slamming into the ground with incomparable determination and power.
The moment it touched the ground, blazing flames spurted out from his gloves. The flames were like the wild dance of hell fire, hot and fierce.
The ground was instantly burned into a deep pit under the impact of his fist, as if it was about to be torn apart, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
The two ghost demons were blown backwards by a powerful force, as if they were blown away by a powerful bomb.
But the poor boy followed up as quickly as a cheetah. His fists were like the blazing sun. Every time he swung it out, it carried powerful energy, as if it could shatter everything in the world.
He glanced at the two ghost demons with contempt and said with a sneer: "I told you, you are still far away! Just now I was just playing with you, now, I want to take it seriously."
After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and the majestic spiritual energy surged in his body, like the morning dew in spring, full of vitality and vitality.
These spiritual energies seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and poured into the Glitter God's Glove in his hand.
Just like iron and stone being attracted by a magnet, the flames on the gloves instantly burned violently, dancing with blazing red flames, as if a wild fire beast was about to rush out.
He raised his head and stared at the two ghost demons in front of him.
"Nine Yang Fierce Wolf Fist! Wolf kill!" The poor boy's roar echoed in the air, as violent as a violent storm, full of strength and determination.
His body tensed, like a spring accumulating force, and then he rushed forward suddenly, punching out like a thunderous blow.
In an instant, his spiritual energy gathered into a magnificent giant wolf, standing in the center of the ring.
This giant wolf's whole body was covered in blazing flames, as if it were the incarnation of destruction, full of violent power.
"Ouch!"
It looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound echoed across the endless heaven and earth, shocking people's hearts.
With determination and attitude to destroy everything, the giant wolf launched a fierce charge at the two ghost demons.
In the blazing flames, the figure of the giant wolf became blurred, as if it itself was a giant flame beast, ready to burn all obstacles into ashes.
"Boom——"
There was a deafening loud noise, like thunder tearing through the sky, which shocked people.
In that explosion, the two ghost demons collapsed instantly under the fierce attack of the giant wolf, turned into a rolling black mist, and quietly dissipated, as if they had never existed in the world.
The poor boy stood in the center of the ring with firm eyes, looking down at the demons below.
His smile revealed confidence and calmness, as if he had everything under control.
His voice echoed in the air, full of strength and determination: "The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Trying to win with more to defeat less will not succeed in front of a poor boy like me who has nothing."
