The Plague Demon King discovered that Ling Xiao's body was terrifyingly hard; striking him felt like hitting solid dragon scales, having no effect whatsoever.
"No way, I must think of something. It's impossible for this king to retreat from here!"
A fierce and ruthless light shone in the Plague Demon King's eyes.
Boom!
Ling Xiao and the Plague Demon King's palms collided once again.
However, in that instant, the Plague Demon King's arms, conjured from dense green liquid, detached themselves from his body and shot into Ling Xiao's at an incredibly fast pace.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter if you're a senior or that kid playing tricks, having swallowed the plague body that this king sacrificed thirty percent of his cultivation level to condense, your death is certain!"
Even though the Plague Demon King was repelled by Ling Xiao's palms, a triumphant and sinister smile appeared on his eerie green face.
