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Chapter 1296 Rakshasa Demon Fist!

Mighty waves rolled and exploded, each wave containing extremely terrifying destructive power, roaring and sweeping over like the collapse of heaven and earth.

That power seemed to completely destroy the world and make all living things disappear in the endless darkness. Even the air seemed to be torn apart by this power, making a sharp whistle.

The plain was full of gullies and dust, as if it was being ravaged by an invisible giant hand.

The ravines were bottomless, like scars on the earth. Dust covered the sky and the sun. Even the mountains in the distance were shaking under the impact of this force, as if they would collapse at any time, and the rubble rolled down, making a dull sound.

In this chaotic world, Esdeath stepped in front of Black Rakshasa.

She was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch her sight.

Her long fist split the strong wind across the air and smashed into the chest of Black Rakshasa with a whistling gale.

That fist contained endless magic power and rage, as if it was going to completely pierce Black Rakshasa's chest.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, followed by a deafening explosion. Wherever the fist wind passed, the space was torn into tiny cracks.

Black Rakshasa's face changed slightly. He obviously did not expect Esdeath to be so powerful.

He was knocked flying by a punch, with black blood spurting out of his mouth like a demon wailing in the dark night. The blood drew strange arcs in the air and fell to the ground, instantly corroding black marks.

His body rolled several times in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

In the flying dust, the figure of Black Rakshasa was looming, like a wounded beast struggling.

After landing, Black Rakshasa's body melted into a vast sea of ​​fire like magma. The flames burned fiercely, as black as ink, surrounded by demonic energy, violent and manic, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.

The flames contained endless resentment and hatred, which were the darkness and evil in the deepest part of Black Rakshasa's heart.

The flames burned fiercely, devouring everything around them, even the air was burned and distorted.

In the sea of ​​fire, the figure of Black Rakshasa was looming, like a demon reborn from the fire, ready to attack again.

Black Rakshasa was not willing to be outdone. He stood up instantly after landing. His eyes were as deep as the abyss and flashed with madness.

He opened his arms, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and resentment.

The demonic energy around his body became even denser, as if it was going to swallow him whole.

Esdeath followed closely behind.

Her figure flashed again, and she appeared in front of Black Rakshasa like a ghost, with her fists clenched, and with endless magic power and anger, she attacked Black Rakshasa again.

boom! ! !
A tremendous force burst out, and two loud noises sounded almost at the same time. The terrifying power gushed out and quickly spread in all directions.

The entire plain shook violently under the impact of this force, as if it was about to collapse. Ravines and cracks were torn open in an instant, like scars on the earth, deep and bottomless.

The air waves rolled up the debris, and the violent wind turned into shock waves, spreading in all directions.

The storm was not just a surge of air, it turned into a physical shock wave, spreading in all directions like ripples. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and the sand and rocks turned into powder.

In this chaos, a sound of cracking beyond the material level could be faintly heard. It was an invisible tearing, as if even time and space were shaken by this force, and tiny cracks appeared. Although these cracks were tiny, they revealed a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate. The broken stones flew in the air, like dense arrows, swept around with a whistling wind.

boom!
There was another deafening roar, and along with it, more rubble was thrown into the air by the sudden gust of air, and the figure of Black Rakshasa was standing in the bottomless pit.

His body was like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell. Every inch of his muscle contained explosive power. When he raised a fist, it seemed as if he could tear the entire sky apart.

His fist was covered with a layer of stratum corneum that seemed to be condensed from darkness itself, and it was extremely hard.

The gravel flew all over the air, making a crisp sound.

With this blow, the two men's strong bodies confronted each other head-on, and the resulting shockwaves penetrated through layers of space, as if tearing the entire world apart.

There was an indescribable feeling of oppression in the air. The turbulence that was spreading from the spot could not be calmed down for a long time. Even the wind seemed to be frightened by this force and dared not blow easily.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, even time seemed to stop, and the whole world fell into a brief silence.

"Yes, you are the strongest demon I have ever seen!"

One of the horns on his forehead was broken off, and black dirty blood flowed down his cheek, instantly igniting into balls of black smoke and flames. Although the temperature of these flames was not high, they exuded a frightening evil aura, as if they could devour all light and hope.

"You haven't even forced out my true strength. You're too weak."

Esdeath said with a smile.

Black Rakshasa knew that Esdeath was not talking nonsense. The fleeting demon form was obviously the opponent's true body or true face, and the power was so strong that Black Rakshasa felt frightened and excited.

"Ha, you evil demon from outside the domain, today I will let you see the evil of this evil god!"

Black Rakshasa grinned, his smile full of ferocity and madness.

His eyes suddenly became extremely deep, as if they could swallow all the light. The entire world lost its color at this moment, leaving only black and white.

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned white, and an indescribable demonic sound echoed in every inch of space. These sounds were filled with evil thoughts and desires, which grew wildly and spread rapidly like a plague.

The invisible pressure penetrated the eighteen levels of hell and swept across the entire underworld in an instant. Even the sleeping ancient evil spirits were awakened by this force and let out terrified roars.

Although the Black Rakshasa has not yet retrieved the scepter that was suppressed by Buddha Shakyamuni under the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in Guoqing Temple, and his power has not yet reached its peak, he will never admit defeat.

As the devil among devils, a great evil god who can compete with Sakyamuni, he will never show weakness to anyone at any time.

His heart is filled with desire for power and enthusiasm for fighting. This belief allows him to burst out with amazing fighting power even when he is at a disadvantage.

"Shakyamuni has a Tathagata Palm, which is compassionate, but can also kill people invisibly. This evil god also has a Rakshasa Fist, and I will let you see it today!"

Black Rakshasa roared and threw a punch.

This punch did not have the mercy and peace of Tathagata's Palm, but only endless murderous intent and destruction.

(End of this chapter)