Pangu glared with wide-open eyes and swung his axe downward with a sudden motion. That boundless power erupted instantly, raging like a violent, roaring flash flood. It was unstoppable, carrying a terrifying momentum capable of snapping deadwood and destroying everything in its path; it surged forward like a overwhelming tsunami, boundless and wild, frantically devouring everything and denying his opponent even a fraction of a second to catch their breath. In the blink of an eye, this invincible force completely submerged the Puppet Demon God, leaving him utterly defenseless before this absolute, crushing might, like a mere ant.
"Puff!" The Puppet Demon God spat out a massive mouthful of blood, the spray gushing forth like a breached torrent. His complexion turned as pale as a sheet in an instant, drained of all color, resembling fragile, shattering white paper. His body tumbled out of control through the air, looking utterly wretched. Blood scattered like a dense shower of rain, blooming in the Chaos into shocking and horrifying floral patterns of crimson. That heartbreakingly beautiful sight seemed like an unforgiving and harsh punishment dealt by destiny upon the greedy.
Like a falling star, the Puppet Demon God crashed heavily into the Chaos. With a loud roar, the impact kicked up a churning ripple of Qi of Chaos. He struggled desperately, trying hard to stand up, only to realize with despair that his injuries had reached an absolute extreme, leaving him completely unab…
Chapter 85