The Merman Demon Thearch had to come. If he didn't, all his subordinates would be wiped out; and he would become a one-man commander. Feng Luan's strength was around the same level as him. Let alone a short period of time—even if they were to fight for days and nights, they might not be able to determine a result.
He struck out a powerful attack which repelled Feng Luan before he immediately descended and slammed down with his duck-webbed feet-like giant palm.
"Chi! Chi!"
A strange thing happened.
When his body was still in mid-air, that thick and solid giant palm suddenly expanded and extended. In just a blink of the eye, his arm had turned more than 300 meters long and the width of his palm was around 15 meters. There were six spikes glowing with dark green light, which grew along with the five sharp claws on its hand—into sizes of a human head. Because the speed was too fast, it caused an ear-piercing sound in the air.
Demonic arts!
