Above the firmament appeared a huge shadow, a Demon Hand emerged, and the Heavenly Demon Scepter emitted the Evil Power of the Demon God at this moment.
"This power!" Shi Feng's cold face slightly changed again at this moment.
The Heavenly Demon's gigantic hand continued to probe downward, as if the Heavenly Demon's Hand reached out from the Demon World, grasping toward the Heavenly Demon Scepter.
The Demon General Wuhui, whose body was originally about to collapse under unending ruinous power, swiftly stabilized his stance. His right hand grasped the Heavenly Demon Scepter even tighter.
At this moment, Wuhui's Dark Demon Armor was already tattered, his face was covered with grim and dreadful scars, revealing an extremely vicious expression as if an Evil Ghost crawling out of hell, fiercely glaring at the white figure not far away, mercilessly speaking toward the front once more:
"You little bastard, do you really think you can kill me? Go to hell! Ah!"
