The Laughing Demon, Zǔ Zhòu, who had plunged the Nine Heavens into despair, met his demise by defying the Laws of the Dao. However, fate intervened. Transmigrated into a new body millions of years later, with his forbidden bloodline still bound to his soul, he seeks to live this new life as he did before, stopping at nothing, even if it means destroying the Heavenly Dao itself!
The Sky Tyrant burst through the clouds.
In another desperate attempt to shake off this pest, it began spinning sideways, rotating its colossal body in rapid, erratic circles.
Each spin was a blur of motion.
However, the frantic spinning seemed to have no effect on Feng Shen.
He had already inflicted a deep wound in the Sky Tyrant's belly.
Now, with his hand buried inside the wound, Feng Shen gritted his teeth and began tearing at the flesh, his fingers digging deeper.
The Sky Tyrant let out a tortured screech:
"ki-ki-ki-ki-kee!!!"
Feng Shen was relentless. His focus was singular, unwavering—he was dead-set on claiming the core.
He continued to tear into the Sky Tyrant's body with brutal efficiency.
Each movement was calculated, each tear of flesh a step closer to what he wanted.