"Wait a little longer..."
Wei Tu looked toward the Blood-Winged Mo, who was not far from him.
After several years of cultivation, this woman's magical power had also neared its critical point. In at most another five or six years, she would break through to the middle stage of the sixth tier.
And five or six years was a wait he could afford.
Time flew by, and another five years passed in the blink of an eye.
On the fifth floor of the Shadow Crow Pagoda, Scarface, who had wandered this level for a long time, gradually cast aside the incident from ten years ago.
At the very least, whenever he recalled it, he no longer felt so much worry and lingering fear.
The strength of his realm filled him with confidence.
Refining the Devil Ancestor's Sacred Blood and becoming a Demon Marshal among the ancient demons made him feel just how weak and vulnerable his former self as a spirit cultivator had been.
"This kind of power is far too strong." Scarface examined his own body inwardly, admiring this ancient demon body that constantly brimmed with renewed vitality.
Ten years ago, his dharma body had been eroded by Wei Tu's Life-Ending Blood Aura. His right hand had turned into bare bone and had long refused to heal.
However—after transforming himself into an ancient demon, such a minor injury was nourished by his demonic power and restored to flawless perfection in the blink of an eye.
Such miraculous regenerative power was fully comparable to that of a high-level body cultivator.
Yet one had to know just how difficult it was to become a sixth-tier body cultivator in the cultivation world, and how agonizing the training was!
All of it, once it came to ancient demons like them, could be