"So powerful!"
Demon Monarch Ancient Night turned into a wild beast and attacked Jian Wushuang with two fists. His fist technique was arrogant and overbearing, and most importantly, each fist contained incredible power. Every time Jian Wushuang collided with Demon Monarch Ancient Night's fists, he felt a heavy mountain pressing down on him.
In less than a moment, Jian Wushuang was completely crushed.
He even felt that his palm was in great pain, and he almost couldn't hold the Netherworld Divine Sword in his hand.
"The difference in power is too big." Jian Wushuang sighed.
After all, he was a master at the peak of the second level, so his divine power was much stronger than Jian Wushuang's. Demon Monarch Ancient Night did not come in vain and directly used his strength to suppress Jian Wushuang. However, Jian Wushuang found it difficult to resist.
Suddenly, Jian Wushuang pulled back and pulled away from Demon Monarch Ancient Night again.
