At the foot of Coiling Dragon Mountain, sand and dust swirled as fierce winds howled. The black mass of the beast tide had halted, and countless demonic beasts and ferocious birds trembled several kilometers away.
They had been intimidated by the fleeting radiance of supreme imperial majesty, and fear gradually filled their eyes.
"Faster! Even faster!"
Chen Qiye roared inwardly. Whether it was the cultivators or the countless densely packed beast hordes, they were all boosting his emotion points...
Dragon Transformation!
First level!
Second level!
...all the way to the ninth level!
"Blast him into pieces!"
The great demon transformed from a true dragon shouted in midair. Before his voice had faded, Dao patterns, divine radiance, phenomena, and divine abilities filled the sky one after another. The spells jointly unleashed by dozens of great demons carried earth-shaking might, like a barrage from an artillery formation, instantly covering an area hundreds of meters, nearly a thousand meters wide, centered on Chen Qiye.
Under so many spells, even a mighty expert could be killed. Chen Qiye was merely at the extreme of the Dragon Transformation realm; even an Immortal Three Dao Slayer would have to avoid their edge.
And behind that area was the injured Lu Junchu.
"Get out of there!" Lu Junchu watched the spells gathering and swirling across the sky. Mustering the last trace of her strength, she forced out a shrill cry through clenched silver teeth.
"Damn it! If you've got guts, come at him one at a time!"
Bai Ningbing watched from afar, frantically kicking the stone wall of the altar as he roared without pause.
"Idiot!"
"Dodge!"
"Run!"
The many cultivators looked on, their various cries erupting. Some felt a pang in their hearts and secretly sighed. Perhaps this was what they called a hero.
After unleashing