Old Devil

A black-robed, red-haired cultivator who had come treading through the air appeared above the battlefield.

His violet-black twin-pronged halberd pointed at the heavens.

His face was blue-green, fangs bared, crimson hair cascading loose.

He wore a grand ceremonial robe forged of dark iron. Ten small banners hung behind him like iron scrolls of war banners. Though ten thousand fierce winds assailed them and countless frosts battered them, they did not tremble in the slightest. The pressure of a peak Great True Lord was like storm clouds blotting out the sky, like a night capable of overturning heaven and earth, enveloping everyone beneath his presence.

He drew in a deep breath of turbid air.

Boundless baleful qi formed two tornadoes.

Hiss.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Black-red mist trailed around him like steam. Tu Shan Jun felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

As his cultivation had risen ever higher, he had become increasingly cautious in battle. That was all because his mana had been insufficient, forcing him to rely on baleful qi to sustain fights where wounds were traded for wounds. Let alone employing large-scale spells or domains that could drain twenty or thirty percent of his mana.

Now, the tide had risen over the Sea of Wandering Souls.

With Taiyi at mid-stage Nascent Soul, supported by the Great Five Elements Spirit-Gathering Formation behind him and Yin Soul Pills restoring his mana, Tu Shan Jun felt as though the shackles upon him had been torn apart in this instant. His whole body felt light and unburdened!

Within his divine sense, the old gibbon in a kasaya suddenly rose. He tore at the dark-golden kasaya around himself, and sparks flew from the golden armor beneath its claw marks. The slightly hunched old gibbon straightened considerably. Though he still did not appear tall, he seemed