Slap!
Out of nowhere, a harsh slap landed on his face, sending Nan Wuwei tumbling through the air for seven or eight meters. As he opened his mouth, two teeth fell out.
Nan Wuwei gritted his teeth, and demonic energy surged from his body.
"The Demon descends, eternal night prevails."
No sooner had he spoken than a terrifying glint of light shone in Nan Wuwei's eyes. An intense, cold murderous aura burst forth, and from behind him, boundless black energy continuously flowed. Numerous rays of light whirled and danced, finally assembling above Nan Wuwei's head into a colossal dark demonic figure.
"The Demon descends?" Xiao Qiang frowned.
In his past life as a cultivator, although he didn't have many friends, he did have some close ones, including a Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the Demon Sect named Jiumo Zhenren.
Jiumo Zhenren had once used "The Demon descends" to slay twelve righteous cultivators of the same realm.
