"Not good!" Several Crystal-Winged Lightwhisker Beasts' hearts lurched when they sensed the change. The aura of the Demon Roc Hall Master had reversed its decline and now seemed to have tremendous staying power.
The degree of harmony between the Ten-Thousand-Roc Origin Demon Crystal and the Demon Roc Hall Master filled them with genuine envy.
Even at the Demon Lord level, he had a supreme treasure that perfectly matched both his body and his soul.
It could replenish his strength and help him improve his cultivation. Its usefulness far exceeded their expectations.
Let alone Demon Lords—even for soul-forms like them, finding a supreme treasure that perfectly matched them was extraordinarily difficult.
Within the Demon Roc Hall Master's Primordial Spirit, roc shadows swept about, pecking at the light-whiskers spreading in every direction.
Like birds pecking at snakes, they swallowed the light-whiskers whole. The tendrils grew rapidly, but against the roc phantoms' seemingly endless reserves, they began to falter after a period of resistance.
Before long, the light-whiskers could no longer grow fast enough to keep pace with their destruction.
"Trying to run? Not so easy." Several roc shadows flashed like lightning, intercepting them from different directions. They opened their beaks and pecked all at once.
As the light-whiskers shattered, the shadow within was caught squarely. Several agonized screams rang out at once as the phantom inside was torn to pieces.
With the internal threat eliminated, the Demon Roc Hall Master's decline halted as well. He transformed into countless demonic shadows, moving at astonishing speed.
Although his opponents were space-type beasts, they were still a whole level below him in cultivation. Their clash of Primordial Spirits had also inflicted some damage on the Crystal-Winged Lightwhisker Beasts.
The formation they had formed together was formidable, with endless variations. If he played it safe, they