Just as they were about to clash, a sudden scream tore through the sky above them.
"NOOO!" a Late-stage Transcendence realm demon shrieked—then, in the blink of an eye, his entire body burst apart, blowing up into blood and bone dust that scattered in the air.
Everything stopped.
Every single person froze—even Mo Hao. Their eyes went wide, their hearts skipping a beat as the shock hit them like a wave.
One of the strongest demons just died!
Mo Hao felt like someone had punched him in the chest. That guy was one of the big ones—perfect for showing off against. Now? Gone.
How strong is that dragon now?! he thought, eyes flicking toward Ying Luo. Is that secret art really making her this powerful?
He gritted his teeth.
First the Early-stage one, and now a Late-stage too?! That ruins the whole impact of my big moment!
But he shook it off and gave himself a mental slap.
"Forget it," he muttered. "No time to mope—let's just kill some demons!"
