Xue Mo raised his large demonic hand, grabbing the spear thrown by Qingyi.
An explosion of flames engulfed his body and he was forced back a few meters, a cloud of black smoke rising from the palm where the flaming spear had hit him.
Turning his hand, Xue Mo examined his skin which had now taken on a black hue, covered in pulsating red marks.
Between these marks, a small, sharp cut leaked fiery blue blood.
Qingyi had just wounded him in his most perfect form... A form second only to his father's.
How could this be possible?
Xue Mo's heart was filled with various emotions, but they all culminated in one - the purest and most uncontrollable rage.
The Qi around his demonic body exploded as he hit the ground, his hooves sinking into the mud that covered that part of the forest as he picked up momentum.
Qingyi just watched coldly, calling for the fourth spear.
