Besides, the exposed parts of Ouyang Ming's face and arms were covered in circles of black demonic patterns, giving him a rather fierce appearance.
In the distance, Liu Ming's gaze fell on the phantom shadow behind Ouyang Ming, a trace of unusual color flickering in his eyes.
Back at the Bamboo Residence in Guanghan City, Ouyang Ming probably only showcased a fraction of the power of the Eight Desolate Brahma Magic Art, which in terms of momentum was far inferior to what it is now.
At this moment, Liu Ming could clearly feel the bouts of oppressive force emanating from the black demonic shadow, and a faint trace of horror flashed through his heart.
The two demon corpses felt the strong magical fluctuation emanating from Ouyang Ming's body, yet their faces showed no signs of fear. Or perhaps the demon corpses inherently lacked such emotions; they let out a few strange growls and flew at him headlong using both hands and feet.
"Hmph!"
