Dark clouds pressed down, demon qi surged to the sky, demon light crisscrossed with flesh flying, mountains toppled, the earth trembling.
In this scene of apocalypse, the Taotie was transforming, its battle power growing exponentially!
Stronger and stronger! Harder and harder! More and more domineering! Limitless! Unending! Infinite evolution! Infinite enhancement!
Until all resources of qi and destiny are exhausted! Completing the final breakthrough!
Defeated.
The Nie brothers could only roar unwillingly, charging and shooting, fighting desperately with all their might, until the very last moment.
However, the difference between immortal and mortal was clear. Even if they pushed their Gang Fist to the extreme, even if they burst open their flesh, snapped every tendon, tore off their fingernails, the long spears and heavy arrows they threw at most only left a mark on the Taotie's body, unable to even scratch the skin.
The Two Lius lay in a pool of blood, silent.
