Bang
Just as Zhou Mu was thinking this, a loud roar suddenly came from his side. The dark demonic energy grazed past him, followed by the sound of a cannonball being fired, and then there was no sound.
"Forehead……"
Just as Zhou Mu was about to watch Nezha unleash his full power, he was afraid that his presence might hinder Nezha's performance. So, just as he was about to leave, he turned his head and saw the little guy lying on the ground, no longer milky white, but completely black.
The flames of the Wind and Fire Wheels went out, and they lay on the ground like two ordinary iron rings. The Hun Tian Ling, which had been full of energy just now, also lost its power and lay limply next to Nezha. The Qian Kun Ring was in a better condition, but it was uncomfortable for Nezha, so he changed his position and continued to lie there.
"Damn, are you really that bad?"
Seeing Nezha, on whom he had placed so much hope, so easily defeated, Zhou Mu felt like cursing, unsure whether he should say it or not.
He knew in his heart that even if he didn't speak up, it was too late.
Zhang Heng was equally surprised.
He was prepared for a long battle, but he didn't expect it to be resolved so easily.
Even he was somewhat confused.
What kind of monsters are these people in front of me? They look weak, but they're actually incredibly strong; they look strong, but they'd be knocked down with a single blow.
"Hehehe..."
Zhang Heng chuckled sinisterly twice, then his gaze fell upon Zhou Mu, revealing a fierce glint in his eyes. He grinned, showing a set of white teeth, and said, "Kid, is this your savior? If this is all you've got, then you might as well wait to die."
Zhou Mu sighed helplessly, then turned his head slightly and shouted into the house, "Lu Shan, now it's up to your Uncle Hei. I'm telling you, Lu Shan, ask him to come out."
As Zhou Mu finished speaking, a hint of apprehension appeared in Zhang Heng's eyes. However, having already broken off all pretense, he had anticipated Hei Bo's appearance and naturally had his own plans. So, he wasn't particularly afraid.
Under the swirling black mist, he appeared somewhat sinister and terrifying.
Especially when he flashes a grin with his white teeth, he looks like a messenger from hell.
"Uh...I...Uncle Blackie..."
Inside the house, the road that had been on which so much hope was placed now seemed somewhat hesitant.
He got up and prepared to walk out. Zhang Ling'er wanted to follow, but he stopped her. Then he faced the darkness alone.
I didn't feel that way inside, but when I stood outside, the visual impact of the devastation on the ground was very strong. The surrounding houses were either collapsed or in ruins, leaving a scene of utter devastation, as if a massive geological disaster had occurred.
Immediately, he tilted his head slightly, looked at Zhou Mu, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Uncle Hei has gone out."
"What! Didn't Uncle Hei have already agreed to stay at Wentian Tower for a few days?" This news was like a bolt from the blue for Zhou Mu, and he was stunned for a long time.
"It seems like he's encountered some trouble lately. This is the first time in all these years that I've seen him looking so worried," Lu Shan said, frowning slightly.
"All right."
Zhou Mu was quite helpless.
but……
Boom
At this moment, a man stood proudly beside Zhou Mu, as upright as a pine tree, his aura was incredibly powerful, no weaker than Zhang Heng's.
"Fang Yun..."
Zhang Heng showed no surprise at the appearance of this person; instead, he wore a faint smile.
Fang Yun's appearance means that Zhou Mu is now at his wit's end. Fang Yun, as one of the key figures of Wentian Tower, is now fully exposed to outsiders.
"Fang Yun, it's all up to you."
Zhou Mu patted Fang Yun on the shoulder, and the latter nodded slightly, his cold eyes revealing a hint of icy light.
Fang Yun clenched his fist, and immediately an exceptionally dazzling and powerful spiritual energy swept over him. Then, a brilliant spiritual energy stood proudly in the world, forming a distinct barrier with the demonic energy.
In other words, at this moment, demonic energy and spiritual energy are finally evenly matched.
In a sense, Fang Yun's appearance has made him and Zhang Heng, the strongest fighter in the world, even evenly matched.
"Hehehe..."
Upon seeing Fang Yun, Zhang Heng showed no sign of panic. He subtly nodded toward Zhou Tong's location, and the two exchanged a knowing glance.
Then, a smile appeared on Zhou Tong's face. With a flick of his hand, a surge of powerful demonic energy was unleashed, temporarily repelling Jiang Jinyu and Feng Qitong.
At this moment, Jiang Jinyu's face was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that she was still struggling to cope. In contrast, Feng Qitong was in much better shape, her face not flushed and her breath not out of breath, but when she glanced at Jiang Jinyu, her heart fluttered with excitement.
"Are you alright?" Feng Qitong asked.
Jiang Jinyu took out a handkerchief to wipe away her sweat, her expression unusually grave. "They came prepared this time. They know you can't use demonic energy, so they're holding back a bit. If this continues..."
Before she could finish speaking, Feng Qitong interjected, "I once swore that I would not let anyone hurt you."
He stepped forward, blocking Jiang Jinyu's view and cutting off Zhou Tong's chilling gaze, which was as sharp as a hawk's. "Alright, baby, you've done very well. Now, leave it to me."
Jiang Jinyu nodded.
A rare hint of worry flickered in her clear eyes as she said, "Then be careful, if..."
"Don't worry, these days, the person who can hurt me hasn't been born yet." Feng Qitong smiled faintly, her face full of warmth.
Immediately, he looked up at Zhou Tong.
As the saying goes, enemies are especially hostile when they meet. Just moments ago, his face was full of warmth, but now it had turned cold. He immediately said in a cold voice, "I'm not dead. You must be very disappointed."
Zhou Tong shook his head, his tone calm, "I would be disappointed if you died. After all, you are the clan leader's child. If you don't even have this much ability, you've lived all these years in vain."
"So you mean I should thank you for sparing my life?" Feng Qitong said sarcastically.
"Think what you want, but I'm here today under orders from the Grand Wizard to take your head. So, it's either you or me who dies. Besides, you can't use demonic energy, you're subject to many restrictions, hehehe... So, do you think your chances of winning are greater, or mine?"
Zhou Tong's gaze towards Feng Qitong was not one of intense envy or hostility towards an enemy, but rather one of unusual calmness, so calm it was almost frightening, like a stagnant pool of water that could not be stirred.
When Zhou Tong saw Feng Qitong again, he felt utterly sorry for her. For the sake of so-called love, she had even neglected the Demon Clan's century-long plan, and now she had ended up abandoned by everyone. It was a pity, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
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