Across from him, Yang Ji was equally astonished. His physical body had been refined to an exceptionally powerful state, comparable to an Immortal Artifact, indestructible, yet when facing Mo Wudao, he had not been blown apart but merely suffered broken bones instead.
The strength of Mo Wudao's Demon Body was at least the strongest of its kind that Yang Ji had ever encountered.
Mo Wudao, as the genius of the Heavenly Demon Clan, the descendant of the Demon Ancestor, was indeed powerful.
"Demon God Domain!"
Mo Wudao let out a furious roar, and endless Demon Runes surged from his body, branding into the void, evolving into a black cage.
The Demon Runes isolated the breath of the outside world, carving out an independent space in the void. Within this Demon God Domain, Mo Wudao was the supreme War God.
Yang Ji looked up and in the blink of an eye, found himself trapped within a pitch-black cage.
