Demon Emperor

The Eight-Color Pill truly proved far more advanced in its effects than the seven-color variant, and Feng Changsheng's expression eased slightly.

In truth, this kind of pill yielded far better results for him than it would have for Chen Chi or Wen Ning.

After all, wonderful as pills might be, lower cultivation and weaker techniques meant that sometimes one simply could not fully utilize them.

As for Feng Changsheng, he was exceptionally adept at consumption and possessed terrifying methods far surpassing theirs, allowing him to absorb the pill's effects even better.

Chen Chi and Wen Ning both acknowledged this point, knowing that if it were them, relying on a single pill alone would never have brought them to this stage.

"Are you feeling a bit better?" Ye Qiu looked at Feng Changsheng.

The latter nodded, but before he could speak, Ye Qiu said, "Since you're feeling a bit better, go resolve those fellows."

Feng Changsheng furrowed his brow, and just as he was about to speak, the auras in the dark surged—not just one, but a whole group.

Not humans, but demons, and among them, Feng Changsheng sensed an aura approaching that of a Demon Emperor.

His gaze shook, turning first to Ye Qiu as the incredulity within his eyes grew even richer.

How on earth had this fellow noticed?

He had to realize that even he, who had been constantly on guard against Xizhou, hadn't sensed the slightest trace prior to this.

Ye Qiu's perception was simply too sharp.

Yet shock was swiftly followed by bitterness and irritation—had this fellow sensed the danger and only then given him the pill?

He was genuinely using him as a blade!

Rumble—

The demonic qi gradually drew closer, vast and boundless, as the earth began to quake and the void started to