The Demon with Holy Radiance

"So close..."

Veins bulged on Wen Hong’s face as his hand reached out. He was just an inch away from touching Yang An’s body, but he couldn’t close that final bit of distance.

BOOM!

A terrifying force sent him flying back, even faster than he had charged in, and he crashed heavily into the earthen slope.

Rocks crumbled as the ground shook violently.

Yang An remained where he stood, encircled by several complex Curse Seals.

This Technique, called the Drumming Technique, was the New Technique he had mastered from the Earth Spirit Stele.

This was the second time he had used it.

The last time was just a small test, but this time, he was going all out.

As its name suggested, for the Drumming Technique, the Curse Seals surrounding him were the drums.

Yang An could use these Curse Seals to project his immense Physical Power, allowing for both small-scale bursts and large-area attacks.

The Curse Seals could even amplify his power by up to double.

This Technique was not something an ordinary person could master or withstand. Though its power was immense, when attacking with it—drumming—the Caster would also suffer the force of the recoil.

The stronger the Caster’s Physical Power, the greater the recoil they would endure.

It was a pyrrhic art—wounding the enemy by a thousand while injuring oneself by eight hundred.

Unless in a desperate situation, no one would ever open Curse Seals in all eight directions to go all out; four was typically the limit.

But Yang An was no ordinary person. He could use Purification to eliminate even the most severe repercussions, allowing him to unleash his full power with ease.

Using this Technique against a Zombie God from the Golden Soul Sect was his way of testing its maximum potential.

"Feel the drums of death!"

Clenching his fists, just as Wen Hong was smashed into the earthen slope, Yang An had already raised his hand again.

BOOM!

He threw a straight punch into the Curse Seal directly in front of him.

The next second, a terrifying shockwave engulfed the slope where Wen Hong had landed. The earth and rock were instantly pulverized into dust, carving a massive, thousand-meter-long trench in the direction Yang An was facing.

Within the trench, Wen Hong’s feet were buried deep in the earth. His flesh was swelling grotesquely and dripping with blood, and the Black Blood Sac on his back was twisted into an irregular shape.

BOOM!

Yang An didn’t stop. He threw another ferocious punch, and another terrifying shockwave blasted out through the Curse Seal.

But just then, Wen Hong took a deep breath. The Black Blood Sac on his back compressed rapidly, as if pouring its power into his body.

His body began to swell again, and a mass of blood vessels bulged from his flesh, covering his skin like a dense network of ugly earthworms.

He thrust both palms forward, meeting Yang An’s attack head-on. But the immense force still drove him backward, his feet carving two long trenches in the ground until he finally managed to stop a hundred meters away.

’Something’s wrong! Very wrong!’

’Why does this guy only have the Cultivation Level of an Early Stage Zombie God, yet he can unleash such immense combat power?!’

They had only exchanged blows for a few moments, but Wen Hong could already sense Yang An’s strength, and he found it hard to believe.

How could an Early Stage Zombie God possibly be overwhelming him without using the Power of Rules?

But he hadn’t sensed Yang An using any Power of Rules at all.

BOOM!

Another shockwave struck, giving Wen Hong no chance to breathe. And even after that one, Yang An had already raised his fist again and thrown another punch.

’Damn it!’

Wen Hong’s brows furrowed.

’I have no choice. I’ll have to absorb the entire Black Blood Sac and kill this guy first.’

Forced back another hundred meters, Wen Hong absorbed the rest of the Black Blood Sac. His body swelled once more, and even more blood vessels emerged on his skin.

To think Yang An had actually pushed him to such a desperate, all-or-nothing point.

When the very next shockwave arrived, Wen Hong finally erupted with even greater speed, escaping the blast radius a step ahead and appearing in midair.

’Die!’

His hands formed a complex seal, and all the power from the exposed blood vessels covering his body compressed into his palms.

With a sound like a sudden, world-shaking thunderclap, Wen Hong’s figure vanished in an instant.

Yang An’s reaction was extremely fast. He had already placed a Qi Seal on the man and could now sense it approaching him invisibly at a terrifying speed.

’Excellent!’

’Now it’s time to truly go all out!’

The Curse Seals around Yang An began to tremble. His hands suddenly blurred into afterimages as he threw dozens of punches in an instant, each one landing heavily on the seals.

Just as Wen Hong’s figure reappeared, his hand, now grotesquely swollen, had already passed through the Curse Seals and landed on Yang An’s chest.

But thanks to Yang An’s sudden acceleration, at such a close range, the full force projected by the Curse Seals slammed squarely into Wen Hong, stunning him instantly.

BOOM—

The sudden explosion was several times more terrifying than before. It was earth-shattering and right on top of him. Wen Hong felt his eardrums burst.

This wasn’t the power of a single punch, but of dozens concentrated together.

He had already seen through the Technique Yang An was using. This kind of Technique came with a heavy price; every punch would inflict damage on the user.

’So why is this guy so ferocious? Throwing dozens of punches at once... does he have a death wish?’

’I clearly hit Yang An. Just one blow! That’s all it would have taken!’