At this moment.
Lao Six was furious, desperate, and helpless.
For a secluded century.
He had never been like this.
Hating his own mottled bloodline.
Hating his meager strength.
As a member of the Ant Clan.
Even though he was a rare variant among ants.
His spiritual endowment was extraordinary.
Yet throughout his journey, within the Demon Realm, Lao Six's bloodline could only be considered middle to lower tier.
Originally.
After evolving and being remade by the Jade Serpent Immortal Dew.
He had soared into the heavens, shedding his mortal shell and changing his bones.
Lao Six had still been full of pride.
With Chunfeng swirling around him.
Yet.
This battle today.
Had made Lao Six see everything clearly.
Before a supreme powerhouse.
His meager bloodline talent was still nothing worth mentioning, far from enough.
Since he was a demon servant.
He ought to protect his master at his side, bound together through life and death.
Now.
Xiao Chen had been humiliated.
Yet Lao Six was cowed by the lingering might, like a mangy dog. Forget helping in battle—even shouting was beyond him.
His heart burned like fire.
He was so frantic he wanted to die.
Yet.
Lao Six did not know.
His Ancestor Blood had already ignited.
Once his bloodline became pure and fully awakened.
It would become unimaginably terrifying.
Divine Might would press down upon the heavens.
Of course.
The more powerful the bloodline, the harder it was to awaken.
Whether the Nether God Insect or the Heaven-Slaying Ant.
Both were peerless fiendish demons.
Their bloodlines were pure to the extreme.
Their battle strength.
Was no weaker than legendary ancient divine beasts such as Chi Dragons and True Hou.
For Lao Six, the road to awakening his bloodline was destined to be incomparably arduous, beset by obstacles at