Although Wang Zheng's performance has far exceeded the Demon Lord's expectations and has made his future plans more feasible, the gradual loss of initiative still makes the Demon Lord, who has long held a high position, somewhat unhappy.

As for our young master Wang, he never expected that the enemy would collapse before reinforcements even arrived.

Sensing that his opponent's energy was almost depleted, Wang Zheng finally had a chance to counterattack.

He could only wait for the Demon Lord of Desire to say a few more frivolous words before sounding the horn of retaliation. Instead, the Demon Lord retreated several steps and disappeared into the thick, dark fog.

The next second, with the opponent unleashing their full power, countless black mists swept in like a tide, and the billowing demonic energy turned this lonely mountain into a hellish place...

Demonic energy permeated the heavens and earth, making everything around seem to have changed.

In an instant, the scene, which was originally quiet and eerie, was filled with violence and fear.

Boom!!!

A massive thunderclap echoed across the sky, as if the entire world had been thrown into turmoil by the rampant demonic energy.

An endless gale howled and raged across the sky, even the heavens seemed to be in fury, with countless clouds churning endlessly.

A series of violent thunderclaps, accompanied by streaks of lightning, made the entire isolated mountain seem as if it had been plunged into the apocalypse.

The sea of ​​demons surged and boundless waves rolled and churned. Wang Zheng looked at the scene before him, and his expression became extremely solemn.

This immense momentum shattered his last bit of complacency.

How can I become complacent because of this little achievement?

The current crisis is far from over. After all, this is an incomparably powerful Heavenly Demon King. Even if it is just a simple wisp of divine thought or an avatar, it is not something I can suppress in my current state.

Not to mention that this is only the first contact between the two. If these guys break through the boundary barrier between the outer realm and Blue Star, they will probably have to face the true form of the Demon Lord.

How could I possibly be happy about something so terrifying!

The harsh reality brought Wang Zheng to his senses, and a burst of mysterious light enveloped his face as he prepared to face the Demon Lord's clone's strongest attack with his best mental state.

The opponent is currently exhausted, and this is very likely their last blow.

As long as I can hold out, even if the opponent doesn't dissipate, the remaining demonic energy won't be enough to support the opponent in causing more trouble.

Even if I handle it properly, capturing this clone alive isn't... well, it's just impossible.

He was, after all, a demon lord. He was so angry at losing face that he wanted to turn the world upside down. How could he possibly bear such humiliation?

Moreover, given the opponent's strength, it's impossible that they wouldn't have some last resort.

Therefore, Wang Zheng felt that he should give up this unrealistic idea as soon as possible and try to kill the other party as soon as possible.

After all, fighting these demons is exhausting. Not only do you have to think about how to deal with them, but you also have to be careful not to let your emotions get the better of you.

The last leg of a journey is the hardest; the closer we get to the final, crucial moment, the less we can afford to relax.

Wang Zheng held his breath and prepared carefully to weather this final burst of attacks.

But who would have thought that the surging demonic energy would begin to churn and compress wildly, eventually condensing into something smaller and smaller, fluttering in the wind like a pitch-black flag.

At this moment, the ancient mountain town saw the light of day again. Wang Zheng saw the three Grandmasters lying unconscious not far away, saw the ancient town weathered by time, and saw the military soldiers from the military region who had come to provide support from beyond the black fog at the foot of the mountain...

Only now did Wang Zheng realize that, without his knowledge, he had reduced the black fog that had covered an area of ​​dozens of kilometers to just enough to cover the summit of this solitary mountain.

Even though everything was developing in a positive direction, Wang Zheng still dared not let his guard down, since he had completely lost sight of the Desire King that day.

With a "whoosh," the compressed demonic mist suddenly expanded several sizes and then swirled forward.

Even with Wang Zheng's agility of over 200, he couldn't react in time. Feng Xu's ability to control the wind only allowed him to retreat a few dozen meters before he was once again tightly enveloped by the demonic mist.

That suffocating, purest evil rushed over, making it almost impossible to breathe, and then half a body suddenly emerged from the ink-like, viscous black mist.

Looking closely, it was unclear whether that was the incarnation of the Lord of Desire or someone else entirely.

At this moment, she and Wang Zheng were extremely close, almost face to face.

"you……"

Wang Zheng wanted to ask the other party what they wanted to do, but found himself speechless under the pressure.

The candle flames protecting him had long been suppressed, leaving only a faint layer of red light clinging tightly to his body, like a thin veil.

The surrounding mystical light was constantly being drawn away and compressed, eventually turning back into a ball of pure white energy that slowly rotated around him to ensure his survival space.

However, its flickering light seemed to suggest that it could go out at any moment!

It wasn't until this moment that Wang Zheng realized how terribly wrong he had been.

The gap between him and this Demon Lord was so vast!

Even if the opponent is a wisp of divine thought, even if the opponent's energy is insufficient, even if the opponent is already at the end of their rope, I am still at a complete disadvantage.

But the other party didn't make a move immediately, does that mean there's still a chance for me?

A unique fragrance wafted over, followed by a voice that Wang Zheng already recognized.

"Hehe... What are you thinking? Your eyes are darting around, it's obvious you're up to no good."

The avatar of the Demon Lord of Desire moved forward again, stretched out its fair and slender hands, and cupped Wang Zheng's cheeks.

The movements were as gentle as a lover's hand, and the jade-like fingers lightly caressed Wang Zheng's skin, completely unaware that her hands were making a "sizzling" sound under the candlelight and the mysterious light.

At such close range, Wang Zheng felt a restless energy rush to the top of his head, making him dizzy and his thinking ability seem to become sluggish.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the Lord of Desire continuing to whisper:

"Looks like you're still no good. Fine, it's the same old tricks over and over again, I'm tired of seeing them. Since you can't kill me, then I'll just have to devour you..."