Twin Demon Gods Fall!

Bifrons was not one of his people, not his friend, and not even his subordinate.

That big fool had merely been assigned to garrison this area with him, another Demon God whose relationship with him was limited to the occasional nod when they ran into each other.

But just now, that big fool had used his own body to block Situ Xuan's palm strike.

That palm should have landed on Marchosias. Bifrons had taken it for him.

Marchosias let out a furious roar.

There was none of the former coldness or majesty in that roar, only a naked, unconcealed rage. His four wings snapped open. Two of them were injured, and the tears in the wing membranes ripped wider as they beat. Black blood splattered from the wounds, but he did not care.

He picked up the Wind Demon Spear from the ground. Dark purple lines along the spearhead lit up one after another, and demonic energy burned on the tip, hissing sharply.

He charged at Situ Xuan.

He was fast, but his left wing was injured, and his right wing had also been broken by Situ Xuan. He could no longer fly. He could only run across the ground, his feet stamping down and leaving a deep footprint with every step. His spear thrust out, the tip shooting straight for Situ Xuan's throat.

Situ Xuan's body flashed to the left, avoiding the spearpoint. His right hand reached out, five fingers spreading as he seized the shaft. With a forceful twist of his fingers, he tried to wrench the spear out of Marchosias's hands.

Too slow.

After losing his Demon God Transformation, Marchosias's strength and speed had plummeted, making him a completely different person from before. The shaft of his spear was twisted into spinning in Situ Xuan's grip, grinding