A vast expanse of death shadows was cast across the mountainside, and the howling wind resembled the roar of a dragon.
Xiahou Ba was no match for the drought demon. After a brief encounter, he fell to the ground and was slapped away by the drought demon, smashing a boulder behind him.
"Cough cough... Hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba crawled out from the rubble, covered in blood, like an unkillable cockroach, his eyes filled with madness. He grinned and charged at the drought demon again, wielding his long sword like a spinning wheel, leaving no room for error.
But it was quickly whipped away again by the drought demon.
Ye Feng's gaze turned solemn as he took out a palm-sized black mountain from his storage space.
This was the Black Mountain Demon that the master's clone had subdued, whose consciousness had been erased and refined into a powerful magical artifact, which was then given to Ye Feng.
"Black Mountain Demon, suppress him!"
Ye Feng summoned the Black Mountain Demon, a massive demon mountain that descended from the sky, transforming into a towering peak that crashed down upon the drought demon.
The entire sky was smashed and collapsed, riddled with cracks, and trembled incessantly.
The drought demon roared, raised its hands high, lifting up the entire demon mountain. Its body was engulfed in black flames, and poisonous mist filled the surrounding mountain peaks.
The drought demon trembled under the pressure, its legs sinking into the rocks below the knees, and cracks spread down the mountain.
Rumble—
Ye Feng slammed the massive iron hammer into the enormous demon mountain. The drought demon roared, its huge body suddenly sinking down, disappearing into the mountain from its waist down.
No matter how much it roared and struggled, it was all in vain, unable to escape the enormous Black Mountain Demon.
Clang—
In the end, the drought demon was completely suppressed, and its mournful roar echoed out.
Thick, poisonous fog, swirling with black flames, continuously billowed from beneath the demon mountain, causing space to churn and twist.
The old weasel, covered in blood, staggered out of the collapsed ruins, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and cursed under its breath.
"Damn it, no wonder it's a monster that has cultivated for a thousand years. It's so powerful. I was originally thinking of taking it as a believer."
That old weasel is so shameless.
"Hehehehe..."
Beside him, Xiahou Ba grinned and charged toward the Black Mountain Demon, his entire being acting like a madman, more insane than ever before.
It seemed that the drought demon suppressed inside possessed a strange magic that drew him to rush towards it without regard for his own safety...
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