Fighting is Fighting! Strength is Strength!

Bifrons' body swelled again under the infusion of demonic energy. Its Demon God Transformation, which had already receded, activated once more, and it was even more savage than before. Its frame shot up from ten meters to fifteen, and golden patterns surfaced across its dark-blood skin—the power of the Demon God Pillar burning inside it. Its broken bones rejoined under the stimulation of demonic energy, its shattered knees regrew beneath layers of dark-blood muscle, and the bloody holes in its back were filled with newly grown flesh, leaving only hideous scars behind.

Marchosias' Demon God Transformation was strengthened as well. His ten-meter-long Beta True Form was covered in blood-colored patterns, and his wingspan expanded from eight meters to twelve. The crimson lines on his wing membranes writhed like living things. The wind and darkness vortexes circling him became incomparably violent, with faint lightning flickering inside them—a sign of excess demonic energy.

The two Demon God Pillars behind them radiated demonic light that pierced heaven and earth, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were broad daylight. Under the glow, the lesser demons trembled, lying prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

Situ Xuan watched the scene and threw back his head, laughing wildly.

"Excellent! Truly excellent!"

His laughter echoed across the battlefield, drowning out the howl of demonic energy and the roars of the Demon Gods. The wounds all over his body were still bleeding, his clothes had already been torn into strips, and his hair hung disheveled over his shoulders, making him look utterly battered.

But there was no fear in his laughter, no retreat, only a pure, heartfelt exhilaration.

"Though I do not know your names, nor where this place truly is, today's battle between the three of us will surely be immensely satisfying!"

The instant his