Baoshe's pupils shrank. Though she was startled that Lin Xuan was no longer what he had been, she naturally would not sit and wait for death.
With a flick of her sleeve, spiritual light pulsed, and an ancient, simple scroll painting flew out from within her sleeve.
It unfurled, revealing a scroll of the Demon Domain, presented before their eyes with exceptional clarity.
Within it were pavilions and towers, desolate mountains and waterfalls, and all manner of strange sights too numerous to count.
But the most eye-catching things were still the countless Devil Race depicted inside.
Some had blue faces and fangs; some were two-headed and four-armed. In short, every single one had an appearance strange to the extreme.
Their number was even more enormous, and the few at their head were especially striking.
Then the woman's hand trembled, and countless Demon Markings surged out wildly. The entire scroll blurred, and the scenery within actually seemed to come alive.
In an instant, endless armored soldiers appeared. Before Baoshe, tens of thousands of Devil Race emerged.
"Go!"
A hint of ashen pallor flashed across the woman's face. She raised her jade-like hand and pointed forward.
Immediately, the sound of tearing through the air erupted. Those Ancient Demons formed hand seals and cast spells one after another, each summoning treasures of different shapes.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds—there was no end to their variety.
Mixed with demonic Qi that filled the sky, they met Nine Palaces Moment head-on.
Clanging and clattering sounds entered his ears, and Lin Xuan's offensive was actually blocked.
"A centipede dies but never falls stiff. This woman truly deserves to be a True Devil Progenitor."
A trace of a sigh appeared on Lin Xuan's face, but the scene that followed left him dumbstruck.
Baoshe's whole body flared with demonic