Three Heads Six Arms

Yan Chihuo folded his wings and landed on the ground. He felt the clump of poison in his dantian had finally settled completely, and relief flooded his heart. Then he heard a burst of startled cries from the demons on the mountain.

Yan Chihuo looked closely and found that he had reverted to human form. He immediately understood: having advanced to the Tribulation Stage, he had naturally returned to his true form.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice rang out from the sky. "What cultivator dares impersonate our Demon Race!"

As the words fell, a pair of enormous claws reached down from the air. They radiated a startling aura—this was unmistakably a late Tribulation Stage opponent! Then, a bird's head poked out.

Though Yan Chihuo's mana was deep and pure, with few rivals among those of the same rank, he had only just advanced to the Tribulation Stage and had not yet cultivated Minor Divine Abilities and the like. Thus, he still found it difficult to contend against Tribulation Stage Cultivators or demons. Against an ordinary mid-Tribulation Stage demon, he might not be able to win, but he could at least flee.

Of course, if he were given a hundred days to master Minor Divine Abilities, ordinary mid-Tribulation Stage demons or Cultivators from small sects would not be worth his notice at all.

But this was an ordinary late Tribulation Stage demon. Even if Yan Chihuo wished to flee now, escape would be difficult!

With no other choice, Yan Chihuo could only use the Ganli Earth-Core Flame, the sole Tribulation Stage method he could presently wield. Facing the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, Yan Chihuo wished he had three heads and six arms, so he could unleash all his other spells as well. Though those spells