Primordial Chaos Demonic Cult?
What was that supposed to be?
Qin Jun wore a strange expression as he turned around. On a mountaintop several thousand meters away stood a terrifying figure fifteen meters tall. He was bare-chested, his skin a dark greenish-black. He wore tattered beast-hide trousers, with two fangs protruding from his mouth. His long hair was braided into numerous small plaits still stained with blood, and he exuded the aura of a primordial savage beast.
Beneath the night sky and within the thick fog, his figure made one's heart tremble and scalp tingle.
The fox-tailed male demon pinned against the mountainside by the bronze sledgehammer stared wide-eyed and cried out in terror, "How is this possible... Why would a living being from the Primordial Chaos Demonic Cult appear here?"
Ran Min, who had narrowly escaped, landed dozens of meters away and turned to watch the distant demonic disciple warily.
"Scared now, aren't you?"
The savage demonic disciple grinned, his eyes bursting with scarlet killing intent through the dense fog.
With a boom, he leaped high into the air and swiftly landed between Ran Min and the fox-tailed male demon. Standing proudly, he beckoned with his right hand, and the bronze sledgehammer pinning the fox-tailed male demon flew back into his grasp.
"Saint Realm Perfected."
Qin Jun stared at the demonic disciple and murmured. Nuwa's heart stirred at those words, but she did not panic.
Earlier, even the Saint Realm savage beasts had been wiped out by Qin Jun with a casual gesture. A Saint Realm Perfected cultivator was likely no match for him either.
"Who should I eat first..."
The savage demonic disciple swept his gaze across the fox-tailed male demon, Ran Min, Qin Jun, and Nuwa as though selecting a meal.
Then his gaze settled on Qin