Upon hearing Huang Zumeng's shout, Wang Zheng's eyes narrowed to pinpoints.

Although he didn't sense anything unusual, the half-demon had appeared silently before, so it wasn't impossible that a demon king had actually appeared behind him now.

However, Wang Zheng didn't foolishly turn his head to look.

With a flick of his wrist, he swung the sledgehammer at Huang Zumeng's face, simultaneously stomping his right foot hard on Huang's chest and using the recoil to propel himself forward.

Huang Zumeng reacted quickly, raising his arms to shield his face, but his chest caved in from Wang Zheng's relentless kick, and he coughed up mouthfuls of hot blood as if it were free.

Just as Wang Zheng took two steps forward and turned around, he didn't see any demon king in mid-air. Instead, he saw Huang Zumeng with a gloomy face, sneering at him.

Ignoring his chest injury, he instead emitted two pale yellow lights from his mouth, followed by a burst of yellow light that shot towards Wang Zheng.

The speed was so fast that Wang Zheng didn't even have time to react before the bullet pierced his chest.

Under the attack of that yellow light, Wang Zheng's spiritual energy shield was instantly shattered, and his proud physical defense was as fragile as paper, easily penetrated.

The yellow light pierced through Wang Zheng's body and struck the ground directly, shattering it and sending up clouds of dust and debris.

Then a black hole the size of a bowl appeared on the ground, bottomless, and faintly visible, it seemed to be surging with crimson magma.

This terrifying blow seemed to have power remaining even after piercing through Wang Zheng's body, penetrating the soil and then directly piercing the surface.

What's even more terrifying is that apart from the sand and gravel that were initially kicked up, there was nothing unusual around, which shows how concentrated the power of this attack was.

Wang Zheng, who had been pierced through, stood there stunned, staring blankly at his chest, somewhat at a loss.

At this moment, a large hole was torn in his chest, and several of his ribs were broken.

If he hadn't been positioned slightly to the left, or if the opponent's aim hadn't been a bit off, that beam of light would have struck his heart directly, and he would be dead by now.

At the same time, just as Wang Zheng was injured, Huang Zumeng's chest also mysteriously split open, revealing a large gash that was both open and closed, and even his internal organs were damaged.

Huang Zumeng, who was already injured, looked even more miserable now, his already gloomy face turning even paler.

At this moment, his face was ashen, his breath was faint, and he kept coughing up blood and pieces of internal organs. He didn't look much better than Wang Zheng.

Although Huang Zumeng was also surprised, he seemed to have understood Wang Zheng's ability to counteract damage by observing the wounds that appeared on the two of them almost simultaneously.

Possessing the bloodline of the Yellow-Toothed Elephant, Huang Zumeng's defensive capabilities were not to be underestimated. He did not collapse immediately unless a vital part was injured.

However, after realizing that Wang Zheng could counterattack, Huang Zumeng dared not shoot out the second beam of yellow light he had mentioned.

As the heir of a demon prince, he was unwilling to trade his life for Wang Zheng's.

This condensed spiritual light was not some other form of attack, but rather the most concentrated and sharpest ivory of his own spiritual energy.

This is the innate divine power of the Yellow-Toothed Elephant Clan.

Although their yellow-tusked spirit elephants have two more tusks than ordinary elephants, this innate supernatural power is unlike any other, and each use causes significant damage to their bodies.

Moreover, although the ivory can regrow, it requires a long time to refine and infuse it with spiritual energy.

Such an important attack method would be too wasteful to aim at the opponent's vital points and only seek to injure them.

With some reservations in mind, Huang Zumeng no longer hesitated.

He knew that Wang Zheng was not fatally injured, and judging from the opponent's physical strength, he was not without the ability to fight back.

Given that the opponent is on guard, the chances of another ivory tusk directly crippling them are extremely slim.

So he decided not to confront Wang Zheng directly. He parted his lips slightly and launched the ivory tusk into the sky.

Instantly, a beam of yellow light shot up into the sky, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, tearing a large hole in the clouds.

Then came another deafening roar, as if the entire sky had been torn apart. A beam of golden light shot out from the hole, falling like a meteor.

Huang Zumeng looked at Wang Zheng in the distance and sneered inwardly.

He believed that with the opponent's combat intelligence, he would definitely be able to see that he had already started to call for help. Once the opponent retreated, he would be in an invincible position and could then slowly play with him.

'Although we couldn't determine a winner this time, you're the one who will die. Let's see how you escape my hundred-mile Elephant Trunk Ridge!'

At this moment, Wang Zheng seemed to have lost his mind, standing there dumbfounded.

Watching the endless flow of blood from his chest, the thick blood dripping down his muscular chest and onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

However, Wang Zheng felt no pain in his chest at this moment. He first felt a wave of fear, but it was only for a moment before he was overwhelmed by endless anger.

This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury.

Wang Zheng kept his head down and muttering to himself:

"Am I injured?"

"This half-demon was actually able to hurt me?"

"How dare this half-demon hurt me?"