A great towering mountain bore down on the arena, suppressing Gao Zhan's demonic aura. A grave expression appeared on Gao Zhan's face, obviously also extremely shocked by the sight. However, a faint leer soon emerged. "Brat, you won't be able to win just by summoning a golden mountain alone! You want to see who's stronger? I'll grant you that wish!"
He brandished the Demon God's Bloodthirster, flaring out its aura. An image of a demon god appeared from the bloody mist. It immediately grew to a few hundred feet tall and charged at the magnetic golden mountain.
"Turn to dust!" Gao Zhan muttered. The demon god image tried to grab onto the mountain with its thirty meter long limbs.
Jiang Chen smiled and made a downward hand gesture. "Crush it!"
