Outside Mount Kunlun, the Pangu True Form towered boundlessly. Not a trace of killing intent coiled around it, yet its entire body brimmed with endless law power.
Those strands of law power were the innate laws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Through the Pangu True Form, they unleashed might far more terrifying than endless killing intent.
"Why do I feel like this Pangu True Form has grown stronger again?"
Fuxi stared at the Pangu True Form in horror, utterly dazed.
So far, the Pangu True Form had appeared only twice.
Once, to battle Great Immortal Yangmei in the starry expanse of Chaos beyond the world.
Once, to battle the Eastern Prince's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation at Mount Dongyang.
But one thing was beyond doubt: every time the Pangu True Form appeared, it was vastly stronger than before.
If the Pangu True Form that had appeared outside Mount Dongyang last time had merely been at the peak Quasi-Saint stage, then the current Pangu True Form was on the verge of breaking through the shackles of the Quasi-Saint realm.
Though it had not reached the Sage realm, it stood somewhere between a Sage and a Quasi-Saint.
And most terrifying of all, the might of the Pangu True Form clearly continued to grow as the Twelve Ancestral Witches advanced in cultivation.
Only Dijiang, Xuanming, and Rushou among the Twelve Ancestral Witches had reached the mid Quasi-Saint stage. What would happen once all twelve reached it?
What if they reached the late Quasi-Saint stage?
Or even the peak Quasi-Saint stage?
Fuxi did not dare imagine it!
The more he thought about it, the darker the Demon Race's future seemed, without so much as a glimmer of dawn.
Not only Fuxi, but Bai Ze, Ghost Chariot, Qinyuan, and the many other Greater Demons who had