Blood-colored light swept up into the sky as if it had turned into a boundless sea. Everyone was stunned, as if they didn't expect that only the sea of blood was condensing in front of them.
"This …"
Everyone didn't expect this. The Demon God stood there, beside the sea of blood. With a wave of his hand, the sky full of blood light gathered and turned into a huge blood-colored hand that covered the surroundings and slammed toward the golden chariot!
Buzz!
The huge hand slammed down, and a loud boom reverberated.
"You …"
In the chariot, Ning Zhechen wanted to speak, but the huge hand had already landed. The golden chariot trembled, and waves of golden light bloomed, covering the surroundings!
Psst!
In that instant, the blood-red hand pressed down on the chariot like a huge mountain. The golden light was incomparably dazzling, but the moment the hand landed, the golden light was distorted and cracked inch by inch in front of everyone's eyes.
Boom!
The golden light shattered, turning into fluorescent light that filled the sky. The entire golden chariot trembled violently, and a crack appeared. The axle of the chariot was broken, and blood danced around the chariot. The four arrogant girls from before were directly crushed to pieces.
Gasp!
Gasps could be heard from the surrounding mountain peaks as everyone stared at the scene in front of Herb Mountain in astonishment!
"Is this the Demon God?"
"I didn't expect the Demon God to be so terrifying after two years of silence. That was Ning Zhechen's chariot, a peak Creation-level chariot, but he cracked it just like that!"
"The Demon God is still so powerful. No wonder he dared to kill the demon son's three incarnations and attack the Green Phoenix Ancestral Ground!"
"…"
Exclamations were heard one after another. You Lingshi stood in the distance, her beautiful eyes flickering as she looked at Luo Fan in a daze. Meanwhile, the golden chariot that had cracked open dimmed, and a flow of Qi emanated from it.
"Demon God, you …"
Whoosh!
Ning Zhechen's voice had just sounded in the war chariot when Luo Fan had already made his move. Boundless blood-colored light surged and gathered, forming a huge blood-colored hand once again. This time, the huge hand moved horizontally, opening its palm and grabbing at the war chariot!
Boom!
When the hand grabbed the chariot, a loud boom sounded. The golden light was crushed, and the entire chariot dimmed.
Crack!
The next moment, there was a cracking sound. In that instant, the chariot collapsed, and countless pieces flew out of the hand, turning into streams of light that scattered everywhere!
"What?!"
"Demon, Demon God … is too domineering!"
Compared to before, everyone was shocked once again. They watched helplessly as the demonic god crushed the war chariot, watched as the chariot fragments turned into flowing light. Their eyes trembled. This time, everyone was directly intimidated!
"Ah!"
As the chariot collapsed, an angry roar came from the void. The blood-red hand was also shattered at this moment. A yellowish-brown light shattered the hand, and the light that filled the sky instantly scattered. Only the light swept over and turned into a yellowish-brown spiritual sea!
"Demon God!"
An angry roar came from the tawny Spirit Sea. A youth about twenty-three or twenty-four years old stood there. He was dressed in yellow, and his hair flew in the wind. However, it appeared disheveled. He held a folding fan in his hand, but it was trembling.
"Aren't you being too domineering and condescending?"
Ning Zhechen stood on the yellowish-brown Spiritual Sea. His originally exceptionally handsome face was now filled with rage.
But as he spoke, the Demonic God appeared in the sky, and a bloody hand appeared once again, directly covering him and squeezing him!
Boom!
The bloody hand neared, and Ning Zhechen's folding fan swept out like a blade, directly breaking the hand. This time, the bloody hand did not pose any threat to him, but his expression became even uglier.
And Lo Fan did not care. This time, he did not intend to attack. It was just a casual slap.
"Condescending?
Who is the arrogant and condescending one? "
Lo Fan said lightly, his voice calm, but Ning Zhechen's expression was extremely gloomy. Everyone sighed. Ning Zhechen was arrogant, daring to ask the Demonic God to go in and pluck a Fruit of Creation for him. Even Jun Hanwu, who despised the Demonic God, would not dare to say something like this!
Ning Zhechen was arrogant, but the Demonic God was straightforward, directly destroying his war chariot. He stared angrily ahead and said, "Ha, do you really think you are still the Demonic God from before?
Others may not know, but don't you know?
In a single revolution, you have only cultivated two realms, and you think you are invincible! "
Whoosh!
As Ning Zhechen spoke, the air trembled, and his Spiritual Sea trembled. A frightening aura swept out, and the Spiritual Sea roared. Everyone looked at him, shocked.
"What a strong aura. Mister Zhechen is indeed extraordinary!"
Someone exclaimed. Ning Zhechen was a little disheveled, but his aura was indescribable. Even Mo Qingyu looked at Ning Zhechen with surprise!
"Six Transformations!"
"No wonder Qing Xiao thinks so highly of him!" Jun Hanwu also said softly.
Ning Zhechen looked at Lo Fan and said, "Do you think you are still the all-powerful Demonic God from before, the one who everyone respects and fears you?
Even if you are, you were so glorious back then, but you still lost and could only struggle at death's door. The current you is no longer able to stir up any waves! "
As Ning Zhechen spoke, everyone's eyes focused on him, uncertain. As everyone listened to Ning Zhechen, they could not help but look at Lo Fan.
"The Demonic God is still in the first revolution of Creation?"
"How is that possible?"
"…"
As everyone spoke, You Lingshi could not help but look. Back then, Lo Fan had told her that he had only cultivated two realms. She did not believe him back then, but now …
"Keke!"
The Demonic God did not speak. Ning Zhechen chuckled and waved his folding fan. He looked at Lo Fan and said, "No matter how amazing you are, you have no chance now!"
Lo Fan did not smile and remained indifferent. He looked at Ning Zhechen and said, "Back then, I was able to beat Qing Xiao into retreat and beat you until you were on the verge of death. Where do you get your courage from now?"
"Hahaha, as I said, things change with the passage of time. Perhaps if you cultivate for a few more years, you will be feared again. But I said, you have no chance now!"
Ning Zhechen said, and his tawny Spiritual Sea bloomed in the blood-colored mountains. Everywhere he looked, everyone looked with fiery eyes, looking forward to the start of the battle. They wanted to see the glory of the Demonic God and to see if it was really as Ning Zhechen said.
But the Demonic God stood there and pondered for a while. He could not help but nod and say, "There is no chance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned. But at this time, he turned to look at Herb Mountain and said, "Then I will enter Herb Mountain again!"
Hmm?
The Demonic God's words were unexpected. Looking in front of him, even Ning Zhechen was stunned. Then, he laughed.
"Hahaha, is this the once all-powerful Demonic God?
Hahahaha! "
Laughter rang out, but Lo Fan did not care. He turned and took a step forward. When his hand floated, a blood-colored light swept up You Lingshi. At this moment, the two of them directly entered the peak of Herb Mountain!
"This …"
The Demonic God's actions were puzzling, but when Lo Fan stepped onto the peak of Herb Mountain again, he sat down cross-legged. A crystal-clear fruit appeared in his hand. He looked forward calmly and said, "Since there is no chance, then I will eat a few Creation Fruits and see if there is another chance!"