"Tan Yue, why go to such lengths? We are both of the same origin, why so eager to destroy each other?"
A mournful woman's voice echoed from the demon as it swung thousands of dark tentacles towards Zhao Sheng, overwhelming the sky.
Hmph!
Zhao Sheng snorted coldly, and as he raised his hand, boundless divine light appeared out of nowhere.
The demon's tentacles disintegrated upon touching the divine light, yet they continued to surge forward in waves, causing the five-colored divine light to rapidly dim, soon losing a large portion.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng frowned slightly and suddenly shouted, "Pen, come!"
Before his voice faded, a gray, bristleless broken pen suddenly fell into his hand.
Radiant light surged around Zhao Sheng, continuously pouring into the pen, soon making it emit a strand of blood-red light.
With a flash, he appeared atop the demon, and with a twist of his wrist, the pen tip landed on the demon's surface.
