Ancient Demon Prince

"Phew!"

Howling wind came up, blowing loose the Qi of Four Righteousness that remained in the wreckage of the Two World Peak. The barrier that kept the worlds appart was covered with holes, the result of the onslaught between Chen Fan and the ancient demons.

Meanwhile, in the firmament, bodies of ancient demons had piled up; the battle cruisers were all but gone other than the flagship of the Royal family.

Chen Fan held one blade in one hand and stood in front of the bronze-colored behemoth, his gaze colder than ice and a face harder than stone. Quietly, he looked on at the demonic construction.

"He is too powerful! He is like an Asura reincarnate."

The remaining Ancient Demons felt their hearts drop to the bottom.