nyslfriends Chapter 821 - Dou Yan, Dead!
Chapter 821 - Dou Yan, Dead!
Chapter 821 - Dou Yan, Dead!
The crowd was incomparably shocked by the intense aerial battle.
“Demonic Flame Seal Formula!”
Dou Yan formed a seal with his left hand, drawing in demonic qi that condensed into a large black-colored seal ablaze with demonic flames. It hurtled toward Chen Fan with devastating force.
Rumble!@@@@
The space crumbled apart, and the air exploded by the inch.
“Mere petty tricks.” Chen Fan scoffed, countering with his left hand. His Great Brahma Sacred Palm appeared as a colossal golden hand that clashed with the blazing demonic seal.
Rumble, rumble!
The space shook violently.
Deafening noises rang continuously like a barrage of firecrackers.
Black and golden light waves surged, splitting the sky into two opposing halves.
“Hmph.”
Noticing the contempt in Chen Fan’s voice, Dou Yan grew even more enraged. Demonic qi erupted and boiled crazily. All the primeval qi of heaven and earth converged onto him and transformed into demonic qi.
Behind him, a black, savage demonic beast appeared. It trampled heaven and earth as it charged toward Chen Fan.
Each step of the beast shook space, sending vibrations that made the weaker demonic generals pale-faced. Demonic flames engulfed its hideous, toad-like body, with blood-red eyes radiating ferocity.
Suddenly, the toad-like demonic beast spat out a black streak that tore through space, streaking toward Chen Fan like lightning.
Chla.
Narrowing his eyes, Chen Fan raised two fingers like a sword and slashed at the approaching streak. “Slash!”
The streak was severed with a sharp rip, collapsing into a mass of swirling black demonic qi.
“Croak, croak.” The demonic beast cried out twice in pain. The lumps on its back exploded. Streams of black, demonic magma spurted out like a volcanic eruption.
Chen Fan thrust his palm out, unleashing a massive hand of golden light. The hand stopped the beast’s demonic magma and made it explode.
“Die!” Dou Yan lunged at Chen Fan, his demonic flame spear morphing into a shadowy demonic dragon. Its berserk aura distorted the surrounding space.
“Get lost!” Chen Fan shouted, sweeping the Heaven Piercing Spear with explosive force.
The air exploded as the spear smashed into that demonic dragon, flinging it aside. Its demonic qi scattered instantly.
Dou Yan’s face turned ashen as he pulled back repeatedly, feeling as if his right hand was about to rupture. A terrifying force churned within him, wreaking havoc.
Chen Fan had crushed his strongest move. Impossible!
“Die!” Chen Fan’s voice sounded next to Dou Yan’s ear like the whisper of death itself.
Chen Fan rapidly enlarged in his vision. A dark golden iron fist came blasting at him, carrying an aura of death.
“No!”
Sensing the terrifying aura on his iron fist, a thick sense of fear appeared on Dou Yan’s face. The demonic primeval inside him surged violently, transforming into a black demonic wall, wanting to block this punch from the god of death.
Boom, boom, boom...
But resistance was futile. Even a first-level Manifestation realm expert would struggle against this punch, let alone someone at the half-step level.
The black demonic wall crumbled instantly, as fragile as tofu before Chen Fan’s iron fist.
“I surrender! I surrender!” Dou Yan roared in terror.
However, Chen Fan’s fist did not slow down at all.
In the demon sect, surrender was meaningless.
Brutality ruled in the demon sect. Unlike in the Tianwu Continent, admitting defeat here didn’t guarantee that you would survive the fight.
Survival depended solely on the opponent’s mercy—a luxury Chen Fan was unwilling to grant.
Thump!
Chen Fan’s fist landed on Dou Yan’s chest.
His eyes widened, veins bursting as his vision turned blood red.
A series of muffled cracks echoed from within him.
“Ugh...” Dou Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say something. However, he no longer had any strength in him.
Chen Fan’s punch had destroyed his vitality. The punch even annihilated his divine nascent.
Dou Yan’s eyes were filled with a mixture of regret, indignation, and resentment.
He regretted provoking Chen Fan.
He felt indignant dying like this.
He resented Pan Huan for provoking such a powerful enemy, implicating him and making him lose his life.
The light in Dou Yan’s eyes gradually dissipated. Ultimately, he plummeted from the sky like a puddle of mud.