The Struggle of Tribulation

"Wanxi..."

"Zhuang Chenggan" mouthed the name, murmuring.

But the next moment, the surging demonic aura erupted, jolting him awake from his brief intoxication.

It made him realize clearly that behind him stood no gentle, pure Song Wanxi, but the Blood Puppet True Demon, devoid of any self-awareness.

And he was the one who had personally made her this way!

The White Bone Skeleton suddenly increased its strength, and the Blood Puppet True Demon could only respond with a matching burst of force.

A flawless, snow-white jade hand and a frost-cold, sacred skeletal fist clashed fiercely less than an inch in front of "Zhuang Chenggan."

The White Bone Venerable God had indeed opened an ancient passage and descended into the most powerful host body that could be used in the Present World, allowing Him to wield strength far greater than in His previous descents.

The Blood Puppet True Demon also possessed the power of a True Demon. And within the Ancient Demon Den, she held an innate advantage, so she was not at a disadvantage.

"Is this the offering prepared for Me?" the White Bone Venerable God asked, His indifferent voice falling word by word.

Like a golden blade, like a jade axe, it cowed the hearts of all who heard it.

But Zhuang Chenggan's will was iron, and Song Wanxi's puppet body was mindless.

The jade hand that belonged to Song Wanxi pushed outward inch by inch, steadily driving back the White Bone Venerable God's power.

In this contest of strength, the Blood Puppet True Demon had the upper hand!

At last, "Zhuang Chenggan" broke free of that terrifying divine might and could open his mouth again.

He felt an urge to gasp desperately after nearly suffocating, but forced his breathing to steady, firmly suppressing the body's instincts.

"A fine