When the nine-foot giant lunged again, his already ferocious face became even more hideous.
Old Gu's shrill cry shook the strata, and demonic aura burst forth. Even so, it could not seal back the erupting magma for the moment. Gu Diao had been born by the shores of a great marsh and naturally favored damp places. It was already deeply uncomfortable in this underground depth, and with magma now flowing everywhere, it suffered all the more. More importantly, such dense fire-and-earth elemental energy was bound to affect its full strength. Roasted by the fire aura, its feral nature erupted, and its mind grew somewhat muddled.
Among all demons in the world, especially great demons like them who bore ancient bloodlines, their physical strength far surpassed cultivators', and their cultivation aptitude was no inferior to that of humans, who called themselves "the spirit of all things." Yet the most troublesome matter was the conflict between the baleful fury inherited in their bloodlines and their own spiritual intelligence. Whenever that fury rose to their heads, instinct often overwhelmed reason. Though this let them unleash greater power, it also increased the variables.
They had already held a sure-win situation. Why make such a mess of it?
The nine-foot giant was angry as well. Of course he knew where the trouble had come from! That little bug who had clearly fled had actually pulled a horse-turning maneuver! Most bizarre of all, his timing had been so perfect. With merely early Core Restoration cultivation, and from ten miles away, how had he kept up with the rhythm of this battle?
Before he could figure it out, Old Gu, enraged by the scorching heat, had already cast all else aside. It spread its enormous wings, and a black tide of vapor forcibly suppressed the magma's heat