The eyes of the Jiao Peng Demon locked onto Yuwen Jing's sword, its expression still calm and confident. Before him, endless black streams flickered, each beam containing a powerful aura of destruction.
"Boom…" A streak of black lightning burst forth, and before him, a black spear appeared. Black lightning coiled around the spear, and the Jiao Peng Demon reached out to grasp it in its palm, a murderous aura swept out.
"Such strong energy."
The surrounding cultivators trembled at heart, realizing that the Jiao Peng Demon's combat strength might not have been fully unleashed, as it hadn't used the black spear before.
"Bang."
A flash of lightning darted by, and the Jiao Peng Demon vanished from sight. Between it and Yuwen Jing, many blurred afterimages appeared, accompanied by the black lightning, too fast to be caught by the naked eye.
