If anyone else had seen the scene before him, their scalp would have prickled and their soul might have fled in terror.
In an instant, the mountain shook and the earth quaked. Rocks shot through the air as countless boulders rolled and flew in every direction.
Amid the rain of stones, thick, black, slimy tentacles burst from the ground, like fiendish creatures from the deepest pits of the Demon Realm, radiating a fetid stench that made it hard to breathe.
Even Wang Xian had never expected the Goddess Palace to use a Demon-Suppressing Stele to seal the Divine Soul of the lake demoness.
The dead tree by the lake and the countless steles around it were shackles that bound every limb of her body.
He had not known the truth. By cutting down the dead tree and shaking the steles with a single sword strike, he had unwittingly helped the lake demoness break free of her restraints and unleashed her vast demonic power!
The mountains trembled, and the lake boiled.
Now that the demoness had gained the upper hand, the steles suppressing her limbs burst apart and flew into the air, pulverized by the impact of her rampaging demonic power!
"Heehee... Thank you, young master."
The woman's laugh was coy and sweet, like an oriole singing or a swallow chirping, yet beneath it lurked a chilling cold that seeped into the bones.
Wang Xian gave a bitter smile and sighed. "How could an ordinary demoness have such terrifying power?"
The woman covered her lips with a hand and giggled, but a strange glint flickered in her eyes.
She giggled and said, "You don't know the whole story, young master. Those so-called fairies of the Goddess Palace feared I would wreak havoc in the mortal world, so they spent a hundred