For Wang Zong, Wuming was once a mountain and a shackle. He could only look up and abide by the laws set by Wuming.
And now... he just wanted to trample Wuming under his feet.
"Wang Zong, surrender, this is your last chance!" Wuming looked at Wang Zong and said seriously.
If Wang Zong surrendered now, he would most likely not die, because Wang Zong's body defense was too high. Unless Wuming took action personally, it would be very difficult to kill Wang Zong, and he might even have to pay with a magical item or a treasure from the Shenzang Trial.
Moreover, the Demon Sealing Sect is now missing, and Wang Zong may have clues about the Demon Sealing Sect, so after comprehensive consideration, it is estimated that the law enforcement team will sentence him to life imprisonment and will not be allowed to reduce his sentence.
But if Wang Zong continues to resist, Wuming will have to take ruthless action, and whether Wang Zong can survive will depend on luck.
"Surrender? Wuming, where do you get the confidence to make me surrender?" Wang Zong couldn't help but sneered as if he heard a joke.
If it were in the past, his legs would have probably gone limp facing Wuming, but now he... is fearless.
The next moment, he attacked fiercely and punched Wuming through the air.
Boom!
The punch was blocked by countless petals.
However, this was just a casual attack by Wang Zong, and it could also be seen as a signal to start a war.
Then, Wang Zong moved in front of Wuming and punched out with both fists quickly. The petals around Wuming kept shattering and regenerating. The two sides were in a stalemate for three seconds. Wang Zong put a little effort into it and broke the layers of petal shields with one punch. His fist almost hit Wuming.
The reason it was almost successful was because Wuming stepped back.
After this retreat, Wang Zong couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. In his heart, Wuming was the Council of All Heavens, and the Council of All Heavens was the biggest shackles in the heavens and all worlds now.
Wuming's retreat means that all shackles and rules must retreat in front of him!
"Wuming, didn't you tell me to surrender? Why are you retreating?" He stopped, twisted his arms slightly, and adjusted his position.
He is seriously injured now, but he has no intention of fighting with Wuming. He was just testing Wuming's strength just now, which was not even a warm-up.
Wuming said calmly: "Because I have to make room for my pet."
He had to admit that Wang Zong's body was too terrifying. The petals transformed from the Golden Crow's feathers could not block Wang Zong's fist at all. What was even more terrifying was that Wang Zong was not serious.
If Wang Zong was in his prime, it is hard to imagine how powerful he would be.
However, Wuming dared to come because he had the confidence. No matter how strong Wang Zong was, he had the confidence to suppress Wang Zong.
Boom!
A word "insect" popped out from Wuming's hand, and the next second a huge, indescribable monster suddenly appeared, and the surrounding space couldn't help but shake.
"not good!"
Wang Zong immediately stepped back quickly to avoid the monster's huge palm.
Afterwards, the area where they fought was turned upside down by the monster's palm. Countless mountains and rivers were twisted, and the soil turned into huge waves that swept everything.
Wang Zong was not afraid of the surrounding soil and gravel; he was only afraid of the monster's body.
If viewed from a distance, this monster might look like a tardigrade, but up close it is a fuzzy creature made up of dense tumors and flesh filaments. Its limbs can change shape at will. Under Wuming's control, it keeps splitting out palms and slapping them from top to bottom, breaking the earth into pieces. Wang Zong moves and dodges dangerously between the gaps between the palms to avoid a head-on collision with the monster.