An angry roar rang out, and immediately a massive aura pressed down from the sky, and the demon king pounced directly on Wang Zheng.

The next instant.

A powerful shockwave emanated from the demon king's mouth and nose, sweeping outwards and causing the entire forest to tremble.

The ground was trembling and cracking, and chunks of rock were rolling down from the mountaintop, as if it were the end of the world.

Wang Zheng was completely dumbfounded; he didn't even know where he had slipped up.

Moreover, judging from this guy's simple-minded appearance, he directly charged at two opponents for hand-to-hand combat. He doesn't seem to be very smart at all.

At this moment, the opponent made a reckless attack without any regard for martial ethics. Seeing this, Wang Shengrong could no longer care about anything else. After a low roar, his figure swayed, and the Dharma Image of Heaven and Earth reappeared.

Its burly body charged towards the fragrant musk king, while it laughed wildly.

"I told you you'd only ever do this useless stuff, you're bound to end up fighting sooner or later!"

As Wang Zheng retreated rapidly, he curled his lip in disdain.

Little did he know that this demon king was so brainless, and judging from his appearance, it was hard to tell whether he had been bewitched by the Colorful Illusion Fox.

Wang Zheng muttered curses under his breath, his heart filled with curiosity about what kind of bewitching potion the Colorful Illusion Fox had given the demon king.

In this era, and given that the other party is a master of poisonous insects, Wang Zheng wouldn't be surprised at all if there were any Gu insects that could damage the brainstem to increase strength and control people's minds.

Returning to the Musk King, it was now so desperate it didn't care about its life and was about to attack. It was being beaten by Wang Shengrong and roared wildly. Every time it was sent flying backward, it would forcefully charge back again, displaying its extreme ferocity.

Don't forget that the opponent's secret weapon and weakness are still in Young Master Wang's hands.

If Wang Zheng really hardened his heart and burned the sachet to ashes, the demon king would at least lose half his life!

Of course, seeing his father gaining the upper hand, Young Master Wang was naturally reluctant to give up. This kind of tactic, which would hurt the enemy a thousand while also losing eight hundred of his own, could only be used as a last resort and he dared not use it casually.