Bang!
Suddenly, two bursts of fiery light exploded from the Black Demon Clan member's body, causing it to stagger backward, its arm dripping with blood.
"Hmm, such a strong demon body. It's no wonder that the Different Race, which mainly cultivates demon bodies, is incomparable to cultivators," remarked Han Yi.
Roar!
The injured Black Demon roared furiously, its pitch-black eyes filled with anger. It charged towards Han Yi, a disgusting bloody stench assaulting Han Yi's face.
Not daring to be careless, Han Yi had a feeling that the situation wouldn't be simple. If he could avoid death, that would naturally be the best outcome. His body shook and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot. The Black Demon's fist whizzed past Han Yi's original position, only catching a lingering afterimage.
At the next moment, ten Spirit Void Fingers fell from behind the Black Demon like ten arrows, one after another, puncturing its chest.
