The ten women were startled at his words, their expressions growing ever more anxious as their whispered prayers became increasingly muddled.
Old Demon Mie Lian gave a cold snort. If he hadn't just arrived in this Lesser World and needed to gather a great deal of information, mere mortals like these wouldn't even have been worthy of kneeling before him...
Just then, a powerful shudder suddenly rose in Old Demon Mie Lian's heart, as though the will of some terrifying being had descended from beyond the heavens!
Before he could react, a babble laced with chaos, madness, distortion, and corruption suddenly rang in his ear!
Old Demon Mie Lian couldn't understand a word of it. He only felt his body slip out of his control. Around both ears, fleshy buds sprang up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, while his entire body began to rapidly swell and twist, warping into some incomprehensible shape.
An immortal!?
Old Demon Mie Lian was aghast. He hurriedly circulated all his magical power to resist the changes in his body.
At that moment, his Dao body, tempered through countless trials, was as fragile as paper before that babble. It had no power to resist at all. His whole body—bones, meridians, and blood—began to change violently, and agony surged through him like an angry tide.
He endured the pain and flicked out several blades of qi, immediately slicing away the extra fleshy growths on his body.
At the same time, Old Demon Mie Lian's magical power rapidly drained away.
Who knew how much time passed? Blood had soaked through the seat and the carpet beneath it before Old Demon Mie Lian finally managed to stabilize his condition.
By then, he was covered in wounds. One ear had been cut off, only eight fingers remained, and