A vast expanse of sword energy, resembling countless silver crescent moons, swept down with a whooshing sound.

Fang Zong emerged from within and pressed down on the Hungry Demon's head with one hand.

With a loud "clang!", Fang Zong felt a jolt throughout his body and his bones went numb as he fell to the ground.

The Hungry Demon's crude spear was drawn from the most unbelievable angle, shattering Fang Zong's coat, as well as the skin, bones, and internal organs on his chest.

The iron armor and silver suit shattered with a crackling sound, like silver threads breaking, and excruciating pain radiated from his chest!

"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Cold Iron-level Ghostly Demon, gaining +1 Ghostly Aura!"

"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for being attacked by the Frost Iron-level ghost demon, gaining +1 Ghostly Aura!"

"Triblekill! Congratulations, Summoner, you've gone on a killing spree! Attacked by the Cold Iron-level demon, Hungry Demon, you've gained +1 point of Demonic Aura!"

Fang Zong was startled when he heard the sound three times in a row.

The demon's spear, which appeared to have only lashed out once, vibrated three times upon contact with his chest.

One attack equals three hits – what a terrifying combat technique!

But in the next instant, he laughed again.

Three attacks, all emanating demonic energy. Thanks, bro!

Fang Zong really wanted to thank the Hungry Demon. The three wisps of evil energy merged into his body, and his Dragon Yang Qi directly upgraded from level eight to the peak of level nine!

With just one chance to transform, one can also advance to become a spell!

"Heh~" Fang Zong chuckled softly.

His injuries healed instantly, and his iron armor and silver clothes returned to normal, gleaming like a war god.

The entire Hungry Demon was dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, I almost killed you! This... this isn't the effect of the Eastern Kingdom's Shifting Stars, Lesser Formless Skill, or the Wedding Dress Counterattack True Explanation!" The Hungry Demon looked at Fang Zong as if he were staring at a monster, and roared subconsciously:

You're not human!

"You'll know after a few more fights," Fang Zong said with a kind smile.

"No, I don't fight battles I'm not sure I can win. Fang Zong, we'll meet again someday."

The Hungry Demon slowly retreated, befitting its status as a demon transformed from the King of War, quickly regaining its composure.

Every step he took was like facing a thousand troops, displaying unparalleled fighting instincts.

He calmly replied, "Unfortunately, you're not a warrior forged in blood and fire. You can't hurt me, nor can you catch me. I'll leave Zhongshan City, and wait until I'm confident enough..."

Fang Zongxiao asked, "What kind of confidence?"

"I'm confident I can kill you!"

"Tch, you want to kill me? Would you dare answer if I called your name?"

Fang Zong chuckled and suddenly asked a nonsensical question.

The Hungry Demon subconsciously began to think, but suddenly heard Fang Zong call out, "Hungry Demon!"

"What?"