Undying Plains.
The black Hurricane swept in all directions.
The undying Demon Lord stood in the middle of the hurricane. It was as if an endless amount of power was being restored in his body. The blue flames burning in his eye sockets seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.
In the sky.
Thunder and lightning filled the sky.
It was as if even heaven and earth felt a great threat.
Qin shujian's expression was extremely grave as he looked at the scene before him.
At this moment, the undying Demon Lord seemed to have finally revealed the true strength of a demon.
The black Hurricane was formed by extracting the power of the demon disaster.
And the power of the devil disaster was immense.
One had to know.
The power contained in a single skeleton might not be much.
However, if there were hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of them, the accumulated power would be enough to trigger a terrifying qualitative change.
At this moment.