This Sword Qi had been left behind when Xiao Chen last activated the Wind Lord Sword.
When he shattered the heavens with a single sword strike.
That day.
After the wind-like sword light dissipated.
This sword light had remained behind.
Like a maggot clinging to the bone.
Impossible to eradicate.
Originally, after spending several days.
He had temporarily suppressed it.
However.
Just now, in order to deal with Gui Zhengqi's overwhelmingly powerful claw.
He had no choice but to unleash heaven-shaking force.
Through a moment of carelessness.
He stirred that strand of sword light once more.
The dormant dragon had been startled awake; one roar shook a thousand mountains.
In an instant.
The sword light turned demonic.
Rushing through his Sea of Consciousness.
Yet.
Things had come to this.
Li Jinchán had no path of retreat.
His eyes were bloodshot, and threads of terrifying black light, almost like the Netherworld, surged from within him. At this moment, the golden holy radiance he had previously fabricated and disguised with an ancient secret art dissipated, revealing the source power of his demonic cultivation—violent and sinister through and through.
A towering demonic shadow emerged.
A terrifying Ancient Demon, a hundred zhang tall with four heads, four arms, and eight eyes, condensed into form. Its entire body was covered in black scales veined with magma patterns, wreathed in frighteningly savage light. Its dark-green eyes resembled eerie moons, and its gaze intimidated all living things.
"Four heads, four arms, eight eyes... the Elder Nether Demon Aspect!"
"Li Jinchán actually cultivated this terrifying demonic art, one that had nearly been lost, to such a degree!"
"An Ancient Demon going head-to-head with a Dragon Turtle—when two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured!"
In the viewing area, black mist swirled and crimson sparks flickered. The bright