Even separated by hundreds of yards, even with the repression of Great Sage Mu Yuan, the boundless fiendish aura emanating from the Demon Blade still made Yang Ji feel as though he had fallen into an icy cave, his whole body chillingly cold.
This Heavenly Demon was far too formidable, its mere sight chilling to the bone.
But just then, at the top of the Sky Firmament which the Infernal Demon Lord had not yet noticed, hiss, hiss, hiss! Streams of deep purple lightning crackled through the void, intertwining like serpents, cascading down along the green light erupting from Shen Yin's head with a thunderous crash.
The dazzling purple thunder, raging and torrential, the purple gleam it cast made all else lose color.
Wherever the purple arcs of lightning traveled, ferocious rifts appeared, and within moments, the space that was struck began breaking and collapsing, transforming into the most primal earth, fire, wind, water, and mist, before being annihilated in the Chaos.