The Demon King was furious, demonic qi swirling around him, transforming into a pitch-black spear.
"Prepare to die!"
Whoosh!
The black spear pierced through the air, unstoppable in its trajectory.
But in Zhang Beixing's eyes, it was nothing more than child's play.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a golden light shield instantly blocked the spear.
Two opposing forces, black and white, clashed violently.
A deafening explosion erupted.
The entire altar shook unceasingly under the impact.
"What?!"
The Demon King's pupils contracted in disbelief.
His full-strength attack was effortlessly parried by Zhang Beixing?
What level of strength has this guy achieved!
"Who... who are you really!"
"Who am I?"
Zhang Beixing sneered coldly and suddenly made his move.
His five fingers, like hooks, clawed towards the Demon King's throat.
"I am the future ruler of the Human Race, and this world will eventually bow at my feet."
