The man surnamed Fu possessed a cultivation at the third level of the Dao Origin realm. When he devoted himself wholeheartedly to fleeing, his speed was nothing short of remarkable.
In the span of a blink, he had burned his essence blood and escaped over a hundred li.
Glancing back with lingering fear, the man surnamed Fu froze in shock. In that distant location, Yang Kai's figure was nowhere to be seen — he had vanished as if he'd never been there at all.
A heavy weight settled in the man's heart. An inexplicable chill of dread crept through him, spreading like frost.
From the space ahead came a burst of chaotic spatial fluctuations, and a pitch-black figure materialized without warning.
The figure was shrouded in boundless demonic energy, its features indiscernible, yet the interwoven gold and black light emanating from its face filled the man surnamed Fu with the terror of facing a mortal enemy.
The moment he locked eyes with that gaze, his thoughts stiffened, his consciousness blurred, and his soul trembled with unrest.
With a furious roar, he drew forth his short spear and formed a complex set of hand seals, pouring his Source Force into the weapon at a frenzied pace.
Whoosh whoosh…
The spear grew at an uncanny rate, swelling to over a dozen zhang in the blink of an eye. With a slight tremor, it shot straight toward Yang Kai.
This was the man surnamed Fu's most powerful offensive technique. He had absolute confidence in this strike — even a Sovereign Realm expert wouldn't dare take it head-on.
Yang Kai appeared to be no different from those demonic beings, his mind seemingly consumed, with nothing left but the urge for bloodshed. Facing the approaching danger, he showed no intention of dodging, standing motionless in place.
It wasn't until the spear was nearly upon him that he threw a punch on what seemed like pure instinct.
His fist was wrapped in dark Demonic Yuan, dense and pitch-black.
"Looking to die!" The man surnamed Fu couldn't help but grin with delight. He widened his eyes, eager to witness what came next — to see Yang Kai obliterated by his strike.
BOOM…
A deafening roar rang out. Yang Kai hadn't moved an inch, but the incoming spear was struck by a violent force. Its glow dimmed in an instant, reverting to its original form and size before hurtling away at a speed even faster than it had arrived, vanishing from sight.
"What?!"
The man surnamed Fu's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes hard and looked again. Sure enough, Yang Kai stood there completely unharmed.
In that moment of stunned distraction, Yang Kai across from him suddenly raised one hand.
A torrent of pure Demonic Yuan surged from within him, flowing down his arm, extending and enlarging the limb to monstrous proportions.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal black palm took shape and slammed straight down upon the man surnamed Fu.
It was like a dark mountain plummeting from the heavens, carrying the force to rend heaven and earth.
The man surnamed Fu's face drained of color. He scrambled to evade, but to his despair, he discovered that the space around him had somehow become rigid and viscous, as if sealed in place.
He couldn't dodge!
His face turned deathly pale. Even as he screamed, he hastily summoned a shield-type defensive Artifact and infused it with Source Force. The shield immediately transformed into a barrier above his head.
That wasn't all. He continuously formed seals, chanting rapidly: "Heaven, Earth, Mystical, Martial…"
His internal Source Force surged in a wild, frenzied torrent.
Before he could even complete this mysterious technique, the dark mountain of a palm had already descended.
Crack…
The barrier formed by the shield shattered like a pane of glass, fracturing into countless shards that scattered into nothing, providing not the slightest protection. In the next instant, the massive palm crashed down upon the man surnamed Fu.
He managed only a single scream of sheer terror before falling silent.
The colossal palm gradually dissipated. On the ground, beyond a massive handprint, there was nothing but a pulpy smear of flesh.
Beneath that single palm, even the man surnamed Fu's formidable third-level Dao Origin cultivation couldn't withstand the blow. He perished instantly, and along with him, all of his Artifacts and even his spatial ring were crushed to fragments. The items within the spatial ring were banished forever into the void.
Having finished all of this, Yang Kai raised his expressionless head and glanced toward another direction.
Over there, Hua Qingsi — who had fled in a different direction from the man surnamed Fu — looked back in terror, her beautiful eyes trembling without cease. She had faintly heard a scream carry over from the distant place, and it filled her heart with panic, driving her to flee even faster.
But at that very moment, the space before her blurred, and a pitch-black figure blocked her path.
"How is this possible?!" Hua Qingsi's face changed drastically, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach.
She and the man surnamed Fu had split up to escape. She had watched with her own eyes as Yang Kai pursued the other direction. Yet in barely the time it took to draw a few breaths, Yang Kai had already caught up to his target, killed him, and now arrived to cut off her retreat?
Even a Sovereign Realm expert would be incapable of such a feat!
Staring at that dark figure and sensing the savage, blood-soaked aura emanating from it, Hua Qingsi's face went white and her lips turned bitter.
She didn't rashly strike. Instead, she forced a smile and desperately displayed her alluring charm and beguiling beauty.