Upon hearing Wang Ping's command, a wry smile flashed across Zhong Tong's face. He cupped his fist toward Wang Ping, slapped his storage bag, and formed a Spell with his hand. A golden stream of light flickered, and more than a dozen colorful metal cones materialized, circling around him.
The next moment, he shot forward like a sharp blade.
BANG!
With a dull thud, the palace in the Demon Race city below collapsed. Zhong Tong's speed was so incredible that even the Nether Qi encircling the palace had no time to react.
Having landed his blow, Zhong Tong transformed into a streak of golden light, shot up from the still-collapsing ruins, and hovered above the city. Then, his dozen or so metal cones sliced through space. Amidst a screech of grinding metal, a swath of space, including the palace ruins, was severed by the Gold Spirit Qi. The metal cones then descended again, pulverizing the debris into fine powder.
