The demon's face contorted violently in the wind, accompanied by a left hook followed by a right hook, immediately causing its entire head to start twisting, resembling a rubber toy.
Ning Daoran's gaze was ice cold, his inner energy of Blood Qi Power bursting continuously. Although the strength of Blood Qi Martial Artists was effective against this demon, the result was hardly ideal. Every punch felt like hitting cotton, with only a fraction of the force truly impacting the demon!
Thus, suppressing the demon with Blood Qi Power was only a temporary measure. It might work for one or two, but if there were more, even the top Blood Qi Martial Artists would probably be exhausted to death!
"Ga~~~"
The demon's body, streaming with dark mist under the relentless barrage of Ning Daoran's punches, continuously deformed all over, its eyes staring intensely at him, filled with violence.
