In mid-air.
The drought demon, with most of its body shrouded in swirling black mist, emerged from the stone coffin and slammed its fist into Ye Feng's large iron hammer.
His entire arm was covered with black scales that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.
Black flames are burning fiercely.
The two powerful attacks collided, sending sparks flying everywhere.
A violent shockwave spread outwards.
The void collapsed, and boulders were constantly shattered into dust.
Ye Feng was sent flying more than ten meters away, and the drought demon, along with the stone coffin, was also pushed back several meters, smashing several boulders behind it.
The demonic shadow, shrouded in black flames, roared repeatedly as it desperately struggled to break free of the stone coffin.
On the surface of the stone coffin, only four black sealing lines remain, two vertically and two horizontally, gleaming with an eerie black light.
roar--
The drought demon pounded on the stone coffin with all its might, its sharp claws slashing wildly on the outside, and finally broke free from the two black lines.
The heavy stone coffin lid fluttered in mid-air.
A black mist shot into the sky, wrapped in black flames, and a tall demonic figure could be vaguely seen, nearly ten meters tall, about the height of a three-story building. Its body was surrounded by black flames, and two fierce beams of light shot out from its eyes, hundreds of meters long, and its roar shook the heavens.
Huge rocks were shattered into pieces by these two gazes.
The scorching heat instantly enveloped several surrounding hills, causing all the lush pines, shrubs, and other greenery to wither and die.
Without exception, all the ferocious beasts hidden in the mountains were reduced to charred remains.
A burnt smell permeated the mountains and forests.
Several nearby rivers are rapidly evaporating, their riverbeds drying up and riddled with cracks.
Even the coastline of the South China Sea near Haidong is rapidly receding.
Large amounts of seawater evaporated, exposing the seabed sediment in shallow waters, where swarms of fish and shrimp jumped and thrashed about.
The drought demon appeared, causing a great drought on earth, and the people suffered terribly.
Ye Feng stood with a mysterious ancient map of mountains and rivers above his head, a large iron hammer in his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword under his feet, his eyes filled with solemnity.
He could tell that the drought demon had been sealed for over a thousand years and had just broken free of the seal, making it the weakest it had ever been.
Now is the perfect time to get rid of it.
If he were to fully recover his cultivation, the consequences would be disastrous.
Of course, he could also choose to ignore everything.
We're just waiting for that asteroid to fall from above and kill everyone, including the drought demon.
However, this passive approach of waiting for death was not the style of the Blood Mist Sect Master.
Ye Feng's eyes shot out two cold beams of lightning, and he roared repeatedly, unleashing more than a dozen hammer blows in succession, creating a series of hammer shadows.
The valley trembled violently, and boulders continued to roll down from the mountaintop.
Beside him, the second master swiftly carved mysterious array patterns around the area, attempting to trap the thousand-year-old demon, working up a sweat from exhaustion.
"Ye Feng, we need to hurry. This guy is too terrifying. My array power can't hold him off for long."
The drought demon was indeed terrifying, tearing through layer upon layer of array patterns.
Its ferocity was overwhelming.
The old weasel also made its move, immediately giving the opponent a hard time.
It released over a dozen foul-smelling farts at the drought demon, making the entire valley stink and filled with a pale green mist.
Fortunately, Ye Feng and the others were prepared and used their spiritual energy to cover their noses.
Otherwise, they would surely be suffocated by the smoke.
Taking advantage of this moment, the old weasel's sharp claws lashed out at the drought demon with lightning speed.
The drought demon was nearly killed by the stench of the fart; its internal organs were churning, and green smoke was billowing from its head.
Fortunately, it didn't eat anything during the thousands of years it was sealed away.
Even so, he kept gagging.
It had never seen such a despicable and vile move before. Enraged, it roared and swung its large, scaly hand, slapping the old weasel flying away.
The old weasel let out a miserable cry, smashing a huge rock not far away.
Fatty Situ held a small abacus made of pure gold and cast beads at the drought demon from a distance, the golden light spreading everywhere.
The abacus beads struck the drought demon, producing a metallic clanging sound and sending up a shower of sparks.
It only leaves shallow marks on its body surface and cannot cause any real harm.
Fatty Situ changed his strategy and started targeting the drought demon's eyes.
Because for any powerful creature, the eyes are the most vulnerable part.
Sure enough, the drought demon was no longer as indifferent as before. It spewed out a ball of flame, which formed a mask to protect its head.
The pure gold beads struck the abacus, making a crackling sound, like popping beans.
"Hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba, his body wreathed in black, malevolent flames, grinned as he charged toward the drought demon, his long, flaming blade slashing fiercely at it.
Fatty Situ looked at the drought demon, then at Xiahou Ba, and shouted loudly.
"Hey, butcher, could this be your dad? He looks so much like him."
Xiahou Ba said angrily.
"Damn fatso, shut up, hehehehe..."
Having entered a berserk state, Xiahou Ba no longer distinguished between friend and foe, and grinned incessantly.
Its entire body was engulfed in black, malevolent flames that swirled several meters high, distorting and twisting the space around it.
The flaming longsword danced wildly, whistling through the air.
At this moment, Xiahou Ba was in a state of frenzy far exceeding any previous time, and this momentum became increasingly intense the closer he got to the drought demon.
Xiahou Ba's appearance immediately piqued the interest of the drought demon, as if it had seen one of its own kind.
roar--
The drought demon abandoned Ye Feng and the others, opened its fiery hand, and grabbed at Xiahou Ba.
In mid-air, a long black dragon of flame stretched out, distorting and swirling the air, scorching hot.
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