The size of this collision with the Gang Wind Layer caused fluctuations that dropped sharply, completely incomparable to before.
"Old guy, I tried my best. If you can't do it, forget it."
The sound of old Yang's wild laughter echoed from the darkness.
The village chief's face turned black, and he directly took out a black fruit filled with Demonic Qi and swallowed it.
In an instant, the blood-red flames burning on the village chief's body turned black and red, filled with Demonic Qi, imposing and solemn.
He gritted his teeth and gave a sinister smile.
"Watch closely."
The village chief took a step forward and directly arrived beside old Yang.
He stepped forward to the edge of that fragment.
With a roar, he transformed into an incarnation of the Devil God, his entire body burning with black-red flames, his figure expanding several times.
