It was a challenge in the Tianyuan Territory, but at this moment, the ones cheering were two other Lords.
In the arena, black demonic flames raged, shadowing the figure of the Demonic Flame Wang Qi, who had horns sprouting from his head.
He was still relentlessly throwing punches.
Under the overwhelming shadow of those punches, the blue-faced, robust man's resistance seemed increasingly difficult.
Rakshasa was indeed covered in wounds. The demonic flames had scorched his body leaving him covered in lacerations. Even if he danced the Fenye Evil Spear tightly and not allowing any air through, he still couldn't stop the monstrous waves of demonic flames.
But,
"Ugh, hahaha-"
He had a wide grin on his face.
He was laughing, a wild, deranged laugh!
This was the real battle, a fight that made his blood boil with excitement!
Rakshasa was at the top of his game; he had a deeper understanding of the Gun Intent. He was improving every minute, every second.