When the Demon God's fist punched toward Li Xiaoqiang, he felt as if his entire body was weighed down by a heavy pressure, making it difficult to breathe.
Li Xiaoqiang couldn't help but gasp for breath; he wanted to accelerate his escape, but his body felt trapped, as if in a quagmire, unable to move.
"Damn it!" Li Xiaoqiang couldn't help but curse.
This Demon God was too powerful; Li Xiaoqiang was simply no match for him.
Li Xiaoqiang quickly shouted angrily, "Snow Sword Nine Heavens!"
As his voice fell, the Ancient Sword floated directly in front of Li Xiaoqiang; at this moment, he felt the pressure ease significantly.
But the pressure still lingered.
Under Li Xiaoqiang's gaze,
the golden lion's mountain-like fist pressed directly toward Li Xiaoqiang's body.
As the fist approached, the void seemed as if it was already shattered.
A massive Gang Wind forced the Ancient Sword in front of Li Xiaoqiang to tremble, resounding with a booming noise.
Boom!
