To be honest, Xiang Yuan was still a little intimidated when Other-Transformation Heaven suddenly appeared.
This guy's sealing art really had some teeth. Palu and Cold Blood still had not returned; if he got hit by another sealing technique, it would be Xiang Yuan's turn to drop dead asleep.
What, Lu Zhishen, Lin Chong, and Wu Song could be sacrificed?
Come on. The three of them tied together would not even qualify as sacrifices. Song Jiang and Wu Dalang were even less possible—they could at most count as spectators, the kind of spectators whose deaths would still be worth it.
He had to think of a way to give him another blast of Chaos Light.
Venerable Lord of Morality, by law's swift command—you're the one!
The demonic eye on Chao Gai's chest opened. His entire aura and appearance changed drastically, and that eye stared at Xiang Yuan, revealing humanlike astonishment. "You... it's actually you... Why are you here?"
Other-Transformation Heaven had not recognized Xiang Yuan at first through Gao Yanei's appearance, but appearances could change, auras could change—an Emperor of Heaven-level will could not.
Other-Transformation Heaven was utterly shocked. He instinctively took half a step back, unable to imagine how Xiang Yuan had awakened, much less crossed the river of time to pursue him into this realm.
A coincidence?
Too much coincidence was no coincidence at all. No one liked having schemes fall upon their head, and extraterrestrial demons were no exception. At the thought that he might have become someone else's wedding gown, Other-Transformation Heaven flew into a rage.
Demonic qi roiled. Demonic light poured down like cascading torrents and surging tides, while terrifying demonic might swept forth. The lingering demonic qi was like billowing, burning demonflame, transforming into phantom silhouettes of savage and terrifying demon gods.
Not good!