บท 351: Beneath My Feet

After a few days of probing, Huang Ti had discovered something.

The power wielded by the Desolate Demon Lord was not weaker than his own.

In their past encounters, Huang Ti had won more than he lost. Unexpectedly, the Desolate Demon Lord's strength had advanced over the years—although Huang Ti was not sure by what means he had strengthened.

In short, if he did not bring out his divinity seriously, he might not fare well this time.

Contemplating this, the purple lightning surged again. The deep purple even gradually turned pitch-black, indicating that the power was more condensed and ferocious!

On the opposite side, the Desolate Demon Lord slowly raised his hand.

Earthen yellow demonic qi brewed in his hand, as if it could obliterate all life in the world and turn everything into desolation.

"Thunder Movement, Roaring God!"

The pitch-black thunder in Huang Ti's hand instantly turned into a long spear !