The struggle of the newborn Demon King was no less than an earthquake.
The entire land kept cracking while the newborn Demon King roared continuously.
However, Xu Zimei pressed his hands against the Demon King's head, preventing it from escaping no matter how it resisted otherwise.
Then, Xu Zimei drew the Tyrant Shadow, and the curved blade gleamed coldly.
The unending Blade Qi from above kept pouring down.
The continuous roar seemed capable of severing all.
The Blade Qi was like the Changhe River, directly slashing at the Demon King's forehead.
"No," shouted Saint Lord Tianqi desperately.
He had expended countless efforts in creating this Demon King.
He clearly understood the significance of this strike.
But to Saint Lord Tianqi, watching his work being destroyed before his eyes was an intolerable blow.
However, Xu Zimei's actions wouldn't cease because of his outcry.
