800 The Familiar Stripping Demon

Tens of thousands of the stick shadows bloomed in the void like flowers. With a terrifying amount of energy, they swept the ground, causing it to tremble immensely.

Countless crushed rocks were sent flying, and loud rumbles and buzzing noises resounded ceaselessly.

With slightly parted lips, Yan Cheng leaped into the sky. His eyes filled with insanity. He was covered with blood, and there was blood still dripping down his broken leg.

His anger had reached its zenith, and he now desired to destroy everything. However, right after he had leaped off the ground, dodging tens of thousands of stick shadows, he was struck by a gigantic punch. 

Boom! 

Chu Changsheng's huge frame sprung up after Yan Cheng. Then, with his huge fist, he walloped the latter.

How could Yan Cheng resist this attack? Naturally, he was sent flying again.