General Feng snorted coldly, gritting his teeth, and stepped forward.
"This general is here!!"
As he stomped his foot, his body suddenly swelled, rapidly growing from under two meters to over four meters tall.
Two blade-like special white bones extended from under his arms. Silver lines appeared on his skin, resembling writhing worms.
Clearly, he had activated the final form.
Hongxian Daoist sighed and also stepped forward.
"This poor daoist is joining too."
He knew that General Feng alone could not match the opponent, so he had to desperately hold back from the side.
In fact, his attempt to hold back was reliant on a fearless willingness to die and endure severe injuries, using blood to corrode and restrain the opponent.
If not for his blood causing considerable harm, he wouldn't even have the strength to hold back.
After all, the gap between a Grandmaster and a Spirit General was simply too vast.
