The Demon King on the right seized an opening and let out a thunderous roar. Leaping forward, he swung the Heavenly Pointing Stick in his hands, the shadow of the stick leaving behind a muffled explosion in its wake.
Zhang Yan remained unhurried. His shoulder shook slightly, and above his head erupted a sixty-zhang long streak of blazing golden fire. It descended with a "scorching hiss," tearing through the air as it swept relentlessly toward the Demon King's body.
The Demon King initially paid it no mind, but upon contact with the Golden Fire Mysterious Light, it felt as if thousands of blades were rolling and slicing across his form. He immediately felt his skin scorch and sting unbearably, and shock gripped his heart as he realized its ferocity. Hastily trying to evade, he found himself just a fraction too slow, and a layer of skin was stripped clean off his side amidst his agonized screams. Helpless, he retreated swiftly.
