Demon God Transformation

Bifrons' limbs went limp. His body sprawled on the ground as he gulped in ragged breaths. Black blood ran from the corner of his mouth, pooling on the ground.

Marchosias moved.

He had been waiting for an opening all along. From the moment Bifrons charged in, he had been waiting for Situ Xuan to reveal a flaw.

Situ Xuan was too fast—so fast even his purple eyes could not keep up. But when Situ Xuan was riding on Bifrons' back, his position was fixed, and his line of sight was blocked by Bifrons' enormous body.

This was the opening.

Marchosias' four wings beat at the same time. The powers of wind and darkness gathered behind him, pushing his body to its limit. In that instant, his speed broke the sound barrier. A sharp sonic boom exploded through the air as his body turned into a streak of dark purple light, diving down from the night sky. The tip of the Wind Demon Spear pointed straight at Situ Xuan's back, toward his heart.

The spear tip was less than three feet from Situ Xuan's back.

Situ Xuan's back seemed to have grown eyes. His body sprang up from Bifrons' back, flipped in midair, and stamped one foot on the back of Bifrons' head. Borrowing that force, he shot forward and narrowly avoided the tip of Marchosias' spear.

The Wind Demon Spear thrust past beneath him. The Wind-Dark Annihilation Power attached to the tip grazed his waist, leaving a black burn mark on his skin.

Marchosias' spear struck empty air. He did not withdraw it. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, he swept the shaft sideways, whipping it toward Situ Xuan's waist.

Situ Xuan reached out with his right hand, spread his five fingers, and seized the spear shaft. Black qi