The demon could not bear to show weakness either, and spat out a thick black light from its mouth, which flashed and disappeared into the Chaos Stele.
The ghost face pattern on the Chaos Stele immediately became exceptionally clear, with the light in its third eye shining brightly, shooting out dazzling chaotic beams one after another, striking the blood-colored crystal stone.
The intense collision of magical forces stirred up a series of violent gusts, sweeping in all directions. The spirit pressure, like waves of a tide, spread outward. Liu Ming and Zhao Qianying struggled to stand firm and hastily retreated dozens of feet before barely stabilizing themselves.
With a glance at Zhao Qianying, Liu Ming took a step forward, shielding her behind him.
Zhao Qianying looked at Liu Ming's back with a complex expression. Her lips parted slightly but she said nothing.
