The region that had transformed into a pitch-black hell of flesh and blood suddenly swelled.
It kept growing like a balloon, until a Flesh and Blood Explosion erupted. An enormous Life Demon Head burrowed out from within—not in the guise of a disguised human form.
Instead, it was the true Demon Race form of the ancient demons.
Atop its head were twelve pairs of demon horns, ranging from small to large. Half of them tangled together to form the shape of a crown, while the rest grew upward like pipes for a stretch before following the curve of the skull backward, then shooting skyward.
This made it look very much as if it had slicked-back hair.
Paired with skin interwoven in scarlet and pitch-black, judged by the aesthetic standards of the human race, it was so ugly one could hardly bear to look at it. The enormous head stared coldly at Ming Feng.
The corners of its mouth curved in mockery.
Clearly.
Even a World-Piercing Spirit Treasure could not completely suppress it. This was not to say the treasure was lacking, but that Young Master Ming was lacking; he found it difficult to bring out the true power of a World-Piercing Spirit Treasure.
He himself should have known this gap as well.
But he still revealed a look of shock and doubt.
"How is this possible... Even if This Young Master cannot fully bring out the power of the Nine Nether King's Crown, the Life Ancient Demon is not in complete state either. What's more, after being suppressed by Kong Kongzi for so long, in theory, much of its power should already have been worn away."
His thoughts were complicated, yet in reality only an instant had passed. The moment their gazes met, Kong Kongzi immediately understood the other party's