Asura Five Hex, Wings of Death!
Holy Fiend Laozu's eyes trembled as he could not believe what he was seeing.
The power that An Wufeng was using was actually Wings of Death.
The legendary Asura Five Hex had not appeared for millions of years. Yet, two of them had appeared on the same day. How could Holy Fiend Laozu not be appalled?
He never expected that the Asura warriors who entered the Saint Demon Mystic Realm this time would have such high talent.
At that moment, the crowd's eyes were trembling as disbelief was written all over their faces.
When An Wufeng's Wings of Death appeared, everyone felt an even more intense bloodline stir.
The stir this time was even more terrifying than when Desolate Ghost used the Hand of Destruction.
Clearly, the power that An Wufeng was using was a bloodline power that was in no way weaker than the Hand of Destruction.
Everyone's eyes trembled. They had no idea that the Asura race possessed such a terrifying bloodline power.
"Oh?" High in the sky, Desolate Ghost could not help but narrow his eyes when he sensed the terrifying aura from the Wings of Death. An unconcealable panic appeared on his face.
"Your Highness, your Hand of Destruction can suppress the Asura Killing Seal, but it's absolutely impossible for it to suppress my Wings of Death!" At the same time, An Wufeng's voice sounded. It was filled with a deep and austere aura as it resounded in the void.
The Wings of Death and the Hand of Destruction were both Asura Five Hex. There was no absolute suppression between the two, but instead, they restrained each other.
It was just like how the bloodline powers of both parties were roughly the same. It was a situation where they were evenly matched.
But now, An Wufeng's Wings of Death was clearly stronger than Desolate Ghost's Hand of Destruction.
More importantly, Desolate Ghost had just used the Hand of Destruction and had expended too much of his strength.
It was impossible for him to clash head-on with An Wufeng now!
"Such a good Hand of Destruction. It's such a waste on you." An Wufeng smiled Coldly. Following that, his wings flapped, and immediately, a terrifying hurricane of death appeared in the void. It roared as an overwhelming aura engulfed everything as it surged towards Desolate Ghost.
The crowd's eyes trembled as they exuded intense fervor and madness.
The battle before them had exceeded their imaginations.
"Rumble! Hiss … Hiss … Hiss … Hiss … "In the next moment, the spear and the hurricane collided, causing space to tremble. The heavens and the earth became solemn, and the space trembled. Boundless violent waves exploded and surged in all directions.
Instantly, An Wufeng and Desolate Ghost's figures were drowned.
High up in the sky, one could only see the terrifying power wreaking havoc. No one could be seen at all.
Everyone looked up at the sky, not daring to blink.
Nie Tian furrowed his brows, and his expression did not look good.
In fact, at the instant they clashed, he could tell that An Wufeng's aura was clearly stronger than Boundless Desolate Ghost's.
There was an ominous premonition in his heart, and this premonition was getting stronger and stronger.
After a long while, the waves in the sky dispersed, and the space gradually cleared up. Two figures appeared. They were Boundless Desolate Ghost and An Wufeng.
However, the two of them were in completely different situations.
The Boundless Desolate Ghost was covered in blood and his entire body was trembling. He was like a broken leaf in the wind, about to be torn apart at any moment.
As for An Wufeng, he was unharmed and had a teasing look on his face.
Clearly, Boundless Desolate Ghost had been defeated in a head-on clash. Furthermore, he had lost miserably.
His strength was inferior to An Wufeng's to begin with. Furthermore, he had expended too much of his strength, so it was not surprising that he was defeated.
An Wufeng was an Eighth Order pseudo-Sanctuary expert. Coupled with the Wings of Death's bloodline powers, ordinary Ninth Order pseudo-Sanctuaries were not his match.
"Your Highness, you're actually still alive after suffering the attack of the Wings of Death head-on. You've truly amazed me," An Wufeng said with a teasing smile.
"As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely defeat you!" Boundless Desolate Ghost suddenly looked up and said in a deep voice. His slightly bloodshot eyes were filled with surging killing intent.
At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind: He could not lose!
For the honor of the Rakshasa race, for the future of the Rakshasa race, he could not lose even if he had to sacrifice his life!
"Is that so?" An Wufeng smiled Cold. His eyes were deep and filled with contempt as he said with a loud laugh, "Why do I feel like you're about to admit defeat?"
He could tell that Boundless Desolate Ghost was determined, but he still chose to mock him. He was truly vicious.
"Oh no!" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed as his expression could not help but change.
Boundless Desolate Ghost had no intention of admitting defeat, but it was meaningless to continue fighting.
It was impossible for Boundless Desolate Ghost to defeat An Wufeng. If he continued fighting, it would only make the battle even more tragic and tragic.
"I, Boundless Desolate Ghost, will definitely not lose!" The Boundless Desolate Ghost let out a low roar. His eyes suddenly trembled, and his trembling body suddenly shook. Suddenly, a huge amount of blood Qi soared into the sky, and the surrounding space was immediately filled with the smell of blood.
"Your Highness!" The people from the Rakshasa Tribe exclaimed in shock when they saw this.
They never expected that Boundless Desolate Ghost would ignite his sanguine aura in order to continue fighting. He even damaged his Martial Dao foundation.
"Oh?" Nie Tian's eyes quivered as his expression changed.
At that moment, Boundless Desolate Ghost was truly fighting without regard for anything else!
For the Rakshasa race, he was giving it his all!
Behind him was the humiliation that the Rakshasa race had suffered for countless years.
Behind him was the people of the Rakshasa race!
Behind him was the dignity of the Rakshasa race!
At that moment, how could he take half a step back!?
"This …" Boundless Desolate Ghost's actions made Holy Fiend Laozu frown. His expression froze as he was rendered speechless.
He never expected that Boundless Desolate Ghost could go this far!
"Your Highness, your backbone is worthy of this Crown Prince being serious." And at that moment, An Wufeng's eyes sank. He no longer had the playful look from before. Replacing it was a cold, austere look.
Boundless Desolate Ghost's reckless actions had truly astounded him.
"From the moment I, Boundless Desolate Ghost, the Rakshasa race will never be slaves again!" Boundless Desolate Ghost growled. His eyes were bloodshot as though he was a ferocious beast.
The Rakshasa race will never be slaves again!
His voice resounded through the void as his blood boiled!
"Kill!" The next moment, Boundless Desolate Ghost roared as he raised the Renegade God Rakshasa high into the air. The Hand of Destruction released Seal of Destruction that erupted with terrifying power under the stimulation of his sanguine aura.
"Boom!" Following that, the Renegade God Rakshasa stabbed out ruthlessly. The void trembled as a blood-colored spear shadow shot out, suppressing the void as it shot towards An Wufeng.
An Wufeng's eyes narrowed slightly as his expression changed.
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