The dragon-horned demon deer stared at the quiet young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
However, it did not give up because of this. Instead, it gathered all its strength and ran towards the water basket again.
However, Shui Ji's eyes became profound at this moment, and an invisible force gathered in his hands and was released instantly.
It was a wild and powerful air current, like a ferocious beast awakening.
It roared, creating a storm throughout the arena.
The dragon-horned demon deer was blown away by this force, like a falling leaf.
"Molu, don't you understand yet?" Shui Ji's voice echoed in the air, his eyes full of determination. "This battle is over."
The dragon-horned demon deer's body as huge as a mountain trembled violently, and was knocked to the ground by the force of the strong wind, but it struggled tenaciously and tried to stand up again.
However, it seemed to be suffering from heartbreaking pain in its body, and evil demonic energy spurted out from the depths of its body like boiling dark fluid.
This demonic energy hovered around it, like evil ghosts gathered around the cemetery, exuding an aura of unspeakable terror.
The demonic energy gradually condensed and twisted in mid-air, like an evil ghost emerging from the world.
A huge ferocious head appeared, as big as ten feet, shocking people's hearts.
Black air rolled over his head, as if even the sky was ruthlessly swallowed by it.
"Roar!"
The dragon-horned demon deer roared in agony.
From between its dragon horns, black demonic blood flowed, and the blood fell on the ferocious head, making it even more terrifying.
Shui Ji stared at the scene in front of him, with slight ripples in his heart.
But there was no fear in his eyes, instead there was a firm determination.
He took a step forward and suddenly disappeared from the place as if he had traveled through space.
When he reappeared, he was already suspended in mid-air. His voice resounded through the sky, revealing an unprecedented solemnity: "Is this your last resort?"
He knew that the power of the black head was so powerful that even he would have difficulty resisting it if he was unprepared.
However, in the face of such a terrible threat, Shui Ji still remained calm.
He stared at the Dragon-Horned Demon Deer without fear, and then flipped his palm over, and his divine weapon, the Purple Moon Divine Shovel, appeared in his hand.
The divine shovel is full of light, blooming with a mysterious purple light, like the deep sea under the moonlight, which is both mysterious and full of majesty.
The crescent-shaped design of its head is unique, and the red lines are like the Milky Way in the night sky, with stars dotted and clearly visible.
Under the sunlight, the Purple Moon Divine Shovel shines with mysterious brilliance, as if it contains endless energy.
"Thunder God splits rocks!" Shui Ji roared loudly, holding the mysterious Purple Moon God Shovel tightly, like a tiger descending from the mountain, condensing all the strength in his body and shooting out like an arrow, straight towards the gloomy black head.
The Purple Moon Divine Shovel was a treasure given to him by his elder brother Zhang Liucheng, and it was Shui Ji's last resort.
A faint purple light flashed on the shovel, as if surrounded by mysterious power, which made Shui Ji more confident when facing the black head.
That black head is the ultimate resort of the Dragon-Horned Demon Deer, and it is also the challenge that Shui Ji must face.
The head shone coldly in the sun, exuding endless majesty and power, which made Shui Ji feel even more stressed.
However, Shui Ji did not back down.
He held the Purple Moon Divine Shovel tightly, and his speed was as fast as a phantom, dazzling.
His momentum was like a rainbow, as if there was a heavy pressure filling the world, making people breathless.
The divine shovel, intertwined with purple electricity and black thunder, hit the black head hard with thunderous force.
The divine shovel cuts through the void and sweeps in like a tornado, shining with electric purple light that complements the black thunder, making the shovel even more powerful and domineering.
After the black head withstood the blow, it trembled momentarily, and then turned into a black mist, drifting away in the wind.
The roar was like thunder, shaking the entire arena, and the sand and gravel were scattered all over the sky.
Shui Ji stood there, feeling as if the entire arena was about to collapse.
When all the dust settled, the battlefield was left in chaos, as if shrouded in black mist.
Shui Ji stood there, his eyes as deep as the sea, staring at the black fog slowly dissipating.
The "Double Dragon Manual" was silently running in his heart.
This ancient and mysterious scripture records powerful power, and at this moment, this power is surging in Shuiji's body like a volcanic eruption.
Two pure and flawless dragon-shaped energy flowed around Shui Ji like a poem. It was a solemn and shocking power.
These two white dragons seemed to give Shui Ji endless power, and his body immediately became as hard as iron, as if he had become an unrivaled god of war.
However, this is not all the power of Shui Ji.
At the same time, a strong dark energy quickly spread from the palm of his left hand. This power was both evil and powerful.
His hand instantly became as dark as night, and released a terrifying black mist.
"The Heavenly Demon's Soul-Sucking Palm!" Shui Ji shouted, and his figure instantly traveled through the void like a ghost.
The Dragon-Horned Demonic Deer's eyes showed fear, and Shui Ji's palm suddenly shot out. The air fluctuated like the water surface, and an irresistible force rushed from his palm, directly taking the Dragon-Horned Demonic Deer's head.
"boom!"
This dull loud noise rippled in the air like thunder, shaking people's hearts.
The dragon-horned demon deer felt an indescribable impact coming from Shui Ji's palm. Its eyes instantly burst out, as if it was about to break through the shackles of its eye sockets and fly away.
Blood spurted out from its seven orifices like a squeezed fountain, staining its thick and saliva-covered tongue red, as well as the ground beneath its feet, bright and dazzling.
The dragon-horned demon deer's tongue stretched out tremblingly, but it could no longer reverse its decline.
Shui Ji's palm came down like thunder, instantly beating his head to pieces. Dark demon blood and brains splashed miserably in the air.
However, Shui Ji watched the changes with a cold expression. There was no trace of warmth or pity in his eyes, only cold determination like the ice of deep winter.
His sight looked through the black blood mist, as if he could see into the true meaning of life. His coldness and alienation made people feel that he was incompatible with this world.
Mu Kui stared at Shui Ji closely and shouted eagerly: "Shui Ji, we have to leave this arena quickly."
After hearing Mu Kui's words, Shui Ji responded without hesitation: "Okay, I understand."
Then, he waved his hand suddenly, and the body of the dragon-horned demon deer instantly turned into a stream of light, which was quickly put into his wide sleeves.
Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed instantly, like a meteor streaking across the sky, quickly flying out of the ring.
Zhang Liucheng stared at Mu Kui and others, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration.
Although their faces were tired, they showed deep satisfaction. This was exactly the look of the warriors he admired most.
He smiled, nodded, and said, "Brothers, you have worked hard. Please go down and have a good rest and regain your strength."
Mu Kui and others exchanged admiring glances with each other, grateful for Zhang Liucheng's words.
They responded in unison: "Yes!" and then left respectfully.
Zhang Liucheng's heart was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction as he watched their figures disappear into the crowd.
He knew in his heart that Mukui and others had used all their means in order to win and eradicate the demons.
They are not only his most capable assistants, but also his brothers and his family.
Their strength is his strength.
Seeing this scene, the Dragon Elephant Demon's eyes were about to burst, and rage surged into his heart. He roared, "It's so abominable! This humiliation will be unforgettable. I, the Dragon Elephant Demon, swear to make them pay the price they deserve, and repay the debt with blood!"
A member of the demon tribe who was a follower of the Dragon Elephant Demon couldn't help but interjected: "Lord Dragon Elephant Demon - those eighth-level monsters and demon marrow geniuses have failed to defeat them. Should we send top geniuses to deal with them? "
The Dragon Elephant Demon was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "No need, these outstanding geniuses were carefully selected by us for the war between the human race and the demon race. If we act rashly now, if something unexpected happens to them and the demon king punishes them, we will not be able to bear it."
The Dragon Elephant Demon paused, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He sneered and said: "Our top talents do not need to be sacrificed, because we can use strategies to fight against these enemies. I ask you to prepare for the geniuses who are about to fight in the ring. Various powerful magic treasures, as well as some demon geniuses who understand magic circles, will be deployed so that our geniuses can easily crush our opponents and seize the glory of victory."
