As Qi Ping drew closer and closer to the direction in which those Holy Demons were moving, the unease in his heart grew ever stronger.
"What on earth are they doing?"
Though there was a trace of worry in Qi Ping's heart, what filled him more was resolve and killing intent. No matter what, he could not retreat. If he did, the odds of winning this war would become vanishingly small...
Fortunately, something that delighted Qi Ping happened!
One after another, pitch-black tendrils suddenly shot up to the heavens from Qi Ping's hand!
The Celestial-Slaying Demon Saber in Qi Ping's hand vanished along with them, turning into those near-hundreds, even thousands, of chilling tendrils...
When those tendrils rushed into the sky, waves of terrifying suction suddenly erupted. Strands of Demon Nature from the calamity—something Qi Ping had never seen before—were directly ripped out of the Heaven-and-Earth Calamity by those tendrils and turned into their own nourishment!
