The Cold-faced Demon Lord still had so many cards hidden up his sleeve.
Chu Fengmian had no desire to drag things out any longer.
The War Dragon's Claw struck once again at the Cold-faced Demon Lord, bombing him with its might.
"Good, boy, you really think you have the capability to contend with me? The power I've used is merely a small fraction of my strength. Your power is indeed strong, but it's destined to fail in front of mine!"
Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of Spiritual Power enveloped the body of the Cold-faced Demon Lord.
A demonic hurricane formed, completely shrouding his figure within it.
Around this demonic hurricane, ancient runes emerged out of thin air, as if they were restrictions, simultaneously appearing with the furious roar of the Cold-faced Demon Lord.
All the runes shattered abruptly.
Upon the shattering of these runes, the aura of the Cold-faced Demon Lord surged by more than dozens of times, ominous demonic intent emanating from him.
