Chapter 1296 Rakshasa Demon Fist!

The mighty waves rolled and exploded, each of which contained an extremely terrifying destructive force, roaring and sweeping over like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth.

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

On the plain, gullies were crisscrossed and dust was flying, as if it was wantonly ravaged by an invisible giant hand.

The gullies were bottomless, like scars on the earth, and the dust covered the sky. Even the mountains in the distance were shaky 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 figure.

Her long fist split the strong wind across the sky, and roared with the whistling wind and smashed into Black Rakshasa's chest.

The fist contained endless magic and anger, as if it was going to completely pierce through 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 hit by a punch and flew out, and black blood spurted 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 pieces of 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 dust, Black Rakshasa's figure was looming, like a wounded beast struggling.

After landing, Black Rakshasa's body melted into a large sea of ​​fire like magma, the flames burned fiercely, as black as ink, the devil was lingering, violent and manic, as if to devour everything around.

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, and even the air was burned and distorted.

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

Black Rakshasa was not to be outdone, and stood up instantly after landing. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, flashing with crazy light.

He opened his arms and howled to the sky, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and resentment.

The demonic energy around his body became more intense, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

Esdeath followed closely behind.

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

Boom!!!

The power of a million pounds burst out, and two loud noises sounded almost at the same time, and the terrifying power gushed out and spread rapidly 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 gravel, and the storm turned into shock waves, spreading in all directions.

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

In this chaos, a cracking sound beyond the material level can be faintly heard. It is an invisible tearing, as if even time and space are shaken by this force, and tiny cracks appear. Although these cracks are tiny, they reveal a terrifying breath that makes people palpitate.

The gravel flew in the air, like dense arrows, sweeping around with a whistling wind.

Boom!

There was another deafening roar, and along with it, more rubble was thrown into the air by the surging air waves, and the figure of Black Rakshasa stood in the bottomless pit.

His body was like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, and every inch of muscle contained explosive power. With one fist raised, it seemed as if he was going to break the entire sky.

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

The rubble flew in the air, making a crisp sound.

Under this blow, the two men's strong bodies confronted each other head-on, and the shock force generated penetrated layers of space, as if to tear the entire world apart.

There was an indescribable sense of oppression in the air, and the turbulence that was overflowing on the spot could not be calmed 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 solidify, and even time seemed to stagnate. The whole world fell into a brief silence.

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

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

"You didn't even force out my true power, you are 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 was shocked and excited.

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

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

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

Instantly, the sky and earth were all white, and an indescribable demonic sound echoed in every inch of space. These sounds were full of evil thoughts and desires. They grew wildly and spread rapidly like a plague.

The invisible pressure passed through the eighteen layers of hell and swept across the entire underworld in an instant. Even the sleeping ancient evil spirits were awakened by this power and roared in fear.

Although the Black Rakshasa had not yet taken back the scepter suppressed by the Buddha Sakyamuni under the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in Guoqing Temple, and his power had not yet reached its peak, he would never admit defeat.

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

His heart was full of desire for power and enthusiasm for fighting. This belief allowed him to burst out with amazing fighting power even when he was at a disadvantage.

"Shakyamuni has a palm of the Buddha, which is compassionate, but can also kill people without form. This evil god also has a Rakshasa fist, and I will let you see it today!"

The black Rakshasa roared and punched out.

This punch did not have the compassion and peace of the palm of the Buddha, but only endless killing intent and destruction.