He didn't expect that with his physique of just over 300, if he hadn't deliberately suppressed it, even if he suffered some injuries, he wouldn't have rotted so quickly and been eroded so fast.

If it weren't for the need to find an opportunity to capture him alive, why would Young Master Wang be so reckless, knowing that the other party was moving quickly, and even fail to use the Candle Flame?

The demon in his hand was still howling, its piercing sound making his eardrums ache.

Wang Zheng instinctively slapped her across the face.

The awkward part was that he had his right hand around the other person's neck, while his left hand, which had only just recovered, was still a bit uncomfortable.

As a result, he punched the opponent directly on the forehead, breaking off the two blood-red, crystalline demonic horns on his head.

The unfortunate demon, bathed in this holy light, was as if he were being constantly fried in a pot of oil.

The bones and flesh in my body keep changing, growing back and changing again.

Having suffered such a severe blow, the demon cried out even louder and more miserably.

Seeing that the Heavenly Demon instantly became weak, this discovery suddenly gave Young Master Wang a clue. It seems that even in this state, the Heavenly Demon is not without weaknesses.

The demon horns on his head and the crimson crystals on his body were exactly the same. Moreover, not only on his head and chest, but also on his tall body, there were many more tiny crimson energy tubes that looked like blood vessels, haphazardly arranged and hidden under the pile of rotten flesh.

So it seems that these crystalline flocculents are the energy transport mechanism on this demonic body?

He absorbs all the energy and concentrates it in his chest or the top of his head, then transmits the energy to his limbs and bones through these tiny crystals that are like blood vessels.