Master Zangmeng gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Zicheng. He knew that the other party's cultivation was likely to be much higher than his own. If he didn't join forces today, it would be very difficult to beat the other party.

The next moment, the four top existences of the Demon Dao all shot together, Zhang Zicheng let out a long roar, and flew up to meet them. No matter what methods the four people used, Zhang Zicheng punched them all. This scene made the monks below see Blood boiled, extremely shocked.

"The thing possessing him should also be a body-refining cultivator, and his cultivation level is not low. What is that iron ring?"