"Roar!"
The black beast made a deafening roar.
At that instant, the Abysmal Saint Master erupted. He went all-out.
The leader of the group, the Demon King Chen Yu, looked at the beast in disdain.
"Scram!"
Demon King Chen Yu yelled as he took a step forward. His fist, surrounded by a thick demonic mist, punched out.
A terrifying aura swept out.
Boom!
A thunderous sound reverberated as the dark beast the size of a small mountain exploded under the impact of the punch.
At the same time, the dark vortex the Abysmal Saint Master was in started to crumble with a bang.
Whoosh!
The Abysmal Saint Master retreated and barely managed to balance himself once again.
He was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
"The difference between stage two and stage three is so big?" The Abysmal Saint Master looked at Demon King Chen Yu in shock.
