How Much Longer Can It Hold On?

How Much Longer Can It Hold On? Boom! Boom! Boom! The demon had gone mad, crashing into the puppet legion again and again. In barely a dozen breaths, dozens of puppets shattered in succession, their spirituality extinguished as they became broken fragments.

Yet in those dozen or so breaths, the last traces of hesitation Chu Mu had harbored had vanished without a trace.

The reason was simple: during those dozen breaths, his conjecture had once again been confirmed by this Demon Body.

Over those dozen breaths, the demon's wounds had begun to heal more slowly once more. Even the immense power that had leaped to nearly surpass the Golden Core Realm showed signs of decline.

Clearly, though there might have been flaws in his conjecture, this Demon Body had absolutely not completed its transformation.

Or rather, because they had interfered, some arrangement of the Wang Family Old Ancestor had been disrupted. That was why this Demon Body possessed the shortcomings and openings now before them.

"Saint Spirit Gu..."

In an instant, greed surged within him!

The facts were very clear. No matter how unfathomable the terror of the Demon Body might be, since the aura of the Saint Spirit Gu had been revealed, it meant that the Wang Family Old Ancestor had certainly not completely refined it.

Otherwise, given the mysteries of the Saint Spirit Gu, even if the demon had lost all reason, it would have been impossible for even the slightest aura to leak out.

Chu Mu raised his right hand slightly. From his palm, a faint, ghastly white chill slowly emerged. Then, that streak of cold light rapidly extended, becoming a three-foot-long blade in his grasp, its edge pointed diagonally toward the lake's surface.

At that moment, the Wang Family Old Ancestor, who had been displaying utter