"This—how is this possible!?"
Ning Zhibai's pupils tore apart, his mouth opened wide, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks trembled under the blowing wind.
Looking at the muscle giant that suddenly appeared in front of him, towering over two and a half meters, Ning Zhibai's muscles tensed subconsciously, freezing in place. That rapidly escalating sense of crisis was like a missile crashing down atop his head, exploding with a thunderous blast, stirring up a storm of shock and horror within his heart.
Boom!
In that critical moment, Ning Zhibai clamped his jaws tight around his upper jaw.
He crossed his arms and lifted them up, desperately pouring his demonic strength into his arms, readying his defense.
Crack—Boom!
The ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and countless raindrops in the air first condensed, then transformed into fine powder. The white parasitic species that pervaded the martial arts gym, wrapped in force, formed a radiating spectacle of white silken threads.
A torrent of blazing, scorching strength, like magma, fiercely cascaded down towards the demonic body.
The already grim expression on Ning Zhibai's face changed repeatedly in an instant.
The demonic strength he had once been so proud of was rapidly depleting in the clash with Su Heng's strength. It was like a thin puddle in a hot pan, about to dry up in the blink of an eye.
"Open for me!" Ning Zhibai roared.
He ignited the remaining demonic strength, and a grey fog exploded, instantly enveloping the battlefield.
"Run!" The intensely hot and fiery thoughts of the advancing Yin Body suddenly calmed down. Compared to the demon, that guy was a true monster.
Without any hesitation, Ning Zhibai turned and dashed towards the courtyard wall, simultaneously summoning a fog to obscure his form.
Whoosh!
The moment he flipped over the courtyard wall.
Ning Zhibai inexplicably turned back to look but saw Su Heng's silhouette disappear into the mist.
"Gone!" A strong sense of alarm rose again.
Where is he, where could he be?
Not good!!!
Ning Zhibai suddenly looked up, only to see a large face appear right in front of him.
The face was covered in grotesque black veins, its smile twisted and exaggerated, the corners of its lips almost torn to the ears, exposing a set of white teeth. The pupils rapidly contracted into two black dots, and the eyes were filled with terrifying whites.
"You taste quite good, bastard." Su Heng grinned, tapping his toe lightly forward. In Ning Zhibai's desperate gaze, he leaped forward.
Boom!
A loud noise and the entire martial arts hall, along with the surrounding streets, suddenly trembled.
Su Heng stomped on Ning Zhibai's hip bone, tearing his lower body into shreds and turning it into minced meat.
"Sorry, Master!" Su Heng sneered, then stomped down again.
This time, Ning Zhibai's chest exploded.
Following that, the arms, neck, head, kidneys on both sides... With each stomp of Su Heng, dust billowed, and the terrifying rumbling sounds were incessant. In the blink of an eye, Ning Zhibai's body was almost turned into a mash, indistinguishable from the moist earth on the ground.
In this horrific, bone-shattered mash, several indistinct white threads rapidly condensed into a strange creature resembling a mix of an octopus and a mushroom. Eight tentacles, covered with suckers, sprawled out, leaping towards Su Heng's face with a sudden pounce.
Crack!
Su Heng was prepared and reached forward to squeeze.
The strange creature was completely grasped in Su Heng's hand, its remaining eight tentacles frantically slapping his arm, desperately trying to parasite within his body.
Unfortunately.
Su Heng's body was extremely tough, and no matter how hard the creature tried, it could not penetrate his defenses.
Instead, Su Heng held the creature in his hand, taking a keen interest in examining it closely.
"Who would have thought that the creature driving Changqing County to a dead end would be such an inconspicuous little creature," Su Heng laughed heartily.
The intense Demonic Qi emanating from the creature did not lie.
Without any doubt, the creature, merely the size of a palm, held by Su Heng was the true body of the mysterious mist demon.
Su Heng's fingers gradually tightened, a vast amount of Yang Pole True Strength surged into the mist demon's body, about to extinguish its vitality completely.
"I can't accept this!" The mist demon shrieked.
But its body inevitably started to char from the scorching True Strength, and its struggles quickly weakened.
"Young friend..." At that moment, a distant call came from behind the curtain of rain, "Do not harm its life."
"Pfft!" Su Heng squeezed forcibly.
The mist demon's body burst apart directly, leaving only a soft remnant of the demonic body in his palm.
Su Heng's expression turned cold, and slowly, he looked up towards the newcomer.