The young man's face rippled, revealing Yang Jing's true appearance.
He had just come face to face with a terrifying Nascent Soul Old Demon, running circles around the crafty old devil as if he were a mouse toying with a cat, but his face showed no trace of pride.
He reached out and placed a hand on the young Demon Cultivator's shoulder.
In the next instant, countless bolts of dazzling True Thunder formed a lightning net that enveloped the young Demon Cultivator. For a Demon Cultivator, whose body was suffused with Demonic Qi, the agony brought by the lightning net was far worse than death by a thousand cuts.
Yang Jing maintained the lightning net for a full thirty-six breaths. He only retracted it after the young Demon Cultivator's body was wracked with convulsions and even his Demon Soul had been severely wounded.
