The eight-armed demon was shocked. Before he had time to react, he was smashed into the ground by the iron fist that appeared out of thin air and smashed into the ground like a pillar.
A hollow was created in the hard ground, and the eight-armed demon was deeply buried inside. All kinds of mud debris flew into the sky.
"Hahaha……"
Yang Ji laughed. Beside him, the huge ghost king incarnate covered the sky and sun, descending on Yang Ji like an ancient demon. One of its arms firmly pressed the head of the eight-armed demon, and pulled it away.
Pressed hard into the ground.
"It's really nice to have such a powerful eight-armed demon, but unfortunately, when compared with my fighting skills, you're far behind!"
Yang Ji's laughter echoed everywhere.
In a real comparison of strength, the Ghost King's incarnation is only at the Wuzong level, and cannot compete with this eight-armed demon. But with Yang Ji's "fine and subtle" combat skills, the timing and position of the attack can be controlled, and the effect can be more than just
It is limited to the Wuzong realm.
——Yang Ji snatched the essence and blood of that big Asura, and what he gained was more than just his realm and strength. In terms of soul perception and combat skills, no one in the Wuzong realm could be his opponent.
"It's useless, your incarnation is no match for me!"
A bone-chilling sound came from the ground, a rumble, a bit of cold light burst out from the ground, and an earth-shaking force suddenly burst out from the ground.
The huge ghost king's body lightened up, and he was directly knocked back by this terrifying force. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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Chapter completed!