Demonic light surged.
Savage malice rose.
The great demons lost every trace of fear.
They raised their heads toward the sky.
Their faces were vicious and ferocious.
So that was it.
He was strong on the outside, hollow within!
As for Fan Hong's words.
The demons had doubted them at first, but after careful thought, they found them thoroughly convincing.
Spiritual herbs and divine materials were rare in this world, but they did exist. It was not entirely impossible that Xiao Chen had chanced upon some.
But.
Something that could, in mere moments.
Take a grievously wounded, dying man.
And restore him to his peak.
Returning him to the height of his power.
Could not possibly exist.
Even if it did.
It ought to be in the hands of some mighty figure.
Xiao Chen came from the Ten Thousand Dynasties, with neither backing nor influence. Obtaining divine medicine in such desperate haste was a fantasy from the Arabian Nights.
At this moment.
Xiao Chen's blood and qi surged like a dragon.
His might towered to the heavens.
Presumably, he had used some trick to deceive their eyes.
"You yellow-haired brat! You dared use false arts to deceive us? Did you think I, Ding Yi, was so easily fooled?"
A great demon named Ding Yi roared and shot into the sky. Amid surging nether azure light, he transformed into an enormous blue bat wreathed in dazzling demon flame.
"Fuck, that bastard Ding Yi stole a head start?"
"Damn, one move too slow, and he gets all the spoils!"
The demons seethed with regret.
Xiao Chen possessed peerless talent, and Niu Qi had specifically placed a bounty on his head. Taking him down would bring tremendous rewards.
Earlier, Xiao Chen's might had been like a dragon's, and none of the demons had