"How... how did you dodge my attack?"

"That's because you're too weak."

Wang Ming didn't bother with words and instantly appeared in front of Mo Yetuo, raising his fist to strike. Mo Yetuo was hit by Wang Ming repeatedly, spitting out demonic blood continuously.

"No, that's impossible! I'm a Void Refining Realm cultivator, a whole realm higher than you. How could I possibly be no match for a mere Nascent Soul stage cultivator like you!"

"Ah, Demon Unleashed!" Mo Yetuo roared, his demonic energy surging around him, and his immense aura forcefully blasted Wang Ming away.

"Hmm, it's you, the eleventh demon general under the Demon Lord!" Wang Ming already felt that Mo Yetuo was very familiar, and now that he saw Mo Yetuo's appearance, he finally remembered.

The person standing before him, Mo Yetuo, was none other than the one he had fought against during the ancient war between immortals and demons when he first transformed into the Chaos Fist Master in the Yuan Domain.

"Aren't you from the Yuan Domain? Why are you here?" Wang Ming looked at Mo Yetuo, finding it unbelievable.

"Kid, you know me? But why haven't I seen you before?"

"Hehehe, no matter who you are, you've damaged my cultivation. Today I'll make sure your soul is scattered."

"Demon Spear Domain!" Mo Yetuo shouted, and a black field spread out.

When Wang Ming was in the middle of it, he suddenly felt his body become heavy.

"Demon Realm Spear Dance." Mo Yetuo brandished his spear, and countless spears attacked Wang Ming as if they were tangible.

Wang Ming tried to dodge, but under the influence of the black field, his speed slowed down considerably. He couldn't dodge the spear's attack, and more than a dozen holes appeared on his body in an instant.

At this moment, the golden light on Wang Ming's body reappeared, continuously repairing his injured body, and at the same time, Wang Ming's aura surged once again.

Then the golden light disappeared into Wang Ming's body, and all the bloody holes on Wang Ming's body disappeared.

Wang Ming's speed increased significantly, allowing him to easily dodge the spear's attacks.

Wang Ming was now certain that the golden light that appeared had the same effect as the Fist of Willpower: it could not only repair his injured body but also enhance his strength.

Although he didn't understand why this was happening, Wang Ming knew that Mo Yetuo was in trouble.

Wang Ming's figure flashed, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and he arrived at Mo Yetuo's side in an instant.

Before Mo Yetuo could react, he was struck by Wang Ming's fist, and his body crashed into the mountainside like a kite with a broken string.

"You, pfft~" Mo Yetuo looked at Wang Ming, utterly shocked.

"Hmph, die!" Wang Ming lunged forward, teleporting in front of Mo Yetuo once again, and raised his fist to attack Mo Yetuo.

In desperation, Mo Yetuo raised his spear to parry.

"Click~"

The spear shattered under Wang Ming's blow. Wang Ming then threw another punch, this time striking Mo Yetuo directly in the temple.

The immense force made Mo Yetuo's mind buzz and his expression become dazed.

Wang Ming remained silent, then threw another punch until Mo Yetuo lost his breath, at which point he stopped attacking.

Upon killing Mo Yetuo, Wang Ming activated his nascent soul, and a suction force surged towards Mo Yetuo's body, while pure energy began to flow continuously into Wang Ming's body.

"Ah, no, what kind of technique is this?"

Inside the body of the already dead Mo Yetuo, a small black figure suddenly appeared and let out a miserable cry.

This little guy looks just like Mo Yetuo, and he tries to flee as soon as he appears.

But the little black figure seemed to be caught in a vortex, its body twisting and contorting until it was completely refined into pure energy that entered Wang Ming's body.

"Was that Mo Yetuo's Nascent Soul just now?"

"I... I actually devoured Mo Yetuo's nascent soul."

"What? I won't get a stomachache and turn into a demon!" Wang Ming exclaimed in alarm, and immediately began to check his physical condition.

But then, a pair of delicate hands climbed onto Wang Ming's body.

Wang Ming was startled and quickly turned around, only to find that Zhao Feiyan had appeared behind him at some point.

"It's alright, I've killed Nightmare, I'll take you back now."

Wang Ming tried to comfort Zhao Feiyan, but Zhao Feiyan acted as if she hadn't heard him.

...

...

"Zhao Feiyan, what are you doing?"

Wang Ming's expression changed, and he tried to break free, but at that moment a feeling of weakness came over him, and the effect of the Fist of Will disappeared.

Wang Ming felt extremely weak.

To make matters worse, Zhao Feiyan could be arrested at any time...

Wang Ming suddenly jolted, unable to muster any strength...

...

...

With a "boom," a small tower flew out from Wang Ming's dantian, gradually growing larger and protecting the two of them.

......

"Strange, the energy fluctuations I sensed earlier should have been in this direction, but why did they suddenly disappear?"

"Huh, why is there a tower over there?" Old Qin disappeared from his spot and arrived in front of the tower after a few teleports.

"Why is there a tower here?!" Old Qin circled the tower, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Hmm? That's... a Nightmare." Old Qin turned his head and saw Mo Yetuo not far away, his expression wary. "This is the S-rank Nightmare that Xiao Xi mentioned. It's actually dead!"

"The corpse of an S-rank Nightmare can be used to extract high-grade energy liquid. It's a good thing." Old Qin stroked a ring on his hand, and the ring emitted a white light that enveloped the corpse of Mo Yetuo.

Mo Yetuo's corpse was enveloped in the ring's white light and began to shrink continuously, before it was about to be absorbed by the ring.

Suddenly, a black sphere appeared, broke free from the white light, and disappeared into the distance.

Old Qin had not expected such a turn of events and could only watch helplessly as the black sphere disappeared.

“The S-rank Nightmare has suddenly died, and a strange tower has appeared here. We must guard this place.” Old Qin ignored the fleeing black ball and sat cross-legged outside the tower.

...

On the outskirts of Yanjing, a group of masked, short men wiped the blood-dripping scimitars in their hands.

"Miyamoto-san, the appearance of a spatial rift in China this time indicates that monsters from the Yuan Domain have invaded China. We can take this opportunity to kill China's superhumans and weaken China's strength."

"Yamaguchi-kun is right. One day, our Sakura Clan will definitely invade China again. These superhumans are our Sakura Clan's mortal enemies. Killing some of them now will clear the way for our Sakura Kingdom."

"Haha, not bad. Hmm? What is that?"

Suddenly, a black sphere appeared in front of them, emanating demonic energy that drifted toward them. The group was corrupted by the demonic energy, and their eyes turned greedy as they looked at the mysterious black sphere.

"This black ball must be a treasure of China. Let's take it back to Japan."

"That's right, time is running out, we should retreat." After saying that, the group picked up the sphere and left Yanjing.

......

Within the Yuan Domain, the barrier set up by the Demon Lord disappeared, and the people of the Demon Domain ceased their attack. The people of the Yuan Domain Empire excitedly celebrated their victory upon seeing the people of the Demon Domain retreat.

The Empress of the Yuan Domain suddenly trembled all over, her face flushed, "How dare you blaspheme me! I swear I will kill you!"