Demon General Pojun now stood over three hundred feet tall.
It had two heads and six arms, its appearance hideous beyond measure, with three rows of serrated fangs in each head.
Each of its six hands held a seventy- to eighty-foot-long Bone Blade, the edges still smeared with scraps of corpses and flesh that had yet to be refined, giving off waves of nauseating rot.
It had fully recovered to the level of a Golden Core demonic beast, demonic qi churning around it, far stronger than before.
The Pojun Demon Banner had also grown to around ten feet long, dark-golden runes flowing across its surface. Its aura had unmistakably reached the level of a low-grade Magic Treasure.
Qing Chen stood to one side, demonic light suddenly flashing in his eyes.
He clapped his hands sharply, and ribbons of true essence surged forth like Flood Dragons emerging from the sea, smashing savagely into the surrounding formation.
Under this powerful true essence assault, the formation instantly fell to pieces, bursting into a blaze of spiritual power.
"Where under heaven can I not go now? Who can kill me? Who dares kill me?" Qing Chen let out a long cry, his voice shaking dozens of miles.
After venting, the heroic spirit and ambition in his heart rose ever higher. He looked up toward Xuanchi City, where the battle was raging fiercely.
The thunder of spells and the tremors of formations intertwined. Clearly, the two Golden Core cultivators outside held a tremendous advantage.
Still, they had held out until now, buying him a great deal of precious time.
Qing Chen thought, Fine Seal Slaves, fine lackeys. A powerful force really does prove useful!
Light flashed beneath Qing Chen's feet, and the escape light of Profound Heaven Three Evasions appeared.
This escape light had three