The wolf claw of the Golden Power clenched the scepter, continuously retreating under the domineering and formidable momentum of the Demon Idol, its feet at the edge of the Calamity Source Spring.
The Nan Dou Successor who had suddenly emerged was not a newly born, naive Saint Fist, but an ultimate being with a strong battle killing force. The moment Casio tore apart the Golden Totem Devil Python, the Golden Power felt an intense danger. It was a vague premonition of impending death.
At this moment, its massive, towering body, though iron-hard and blessed with layers upon layers of Totem Power, still felt a sharp, cutting pain. As if its own body would suffer an extremely brutal blow if it truly collided with Casio's fists.
Just like the Devil Python that had been torn to shreds until nothingness not long ago.
