"Damn this insolent brat! Let's see how long you can hold out!"
Veins pulsed on the Elder of Myriad Beasts' forehead as he quickened the rhythm of his flute. Concurrently, the blood-red glint in the Exotic Demon Beast's eyes intensified.
With a muffled roar, the three pillars of light swelled under the melody, their strength visibly increasing at a perceptible rate.
So it's strengthening with the melody?
Ling Chen's expression turned grave. This Exotic Demon Beast was almost invulnerable, and under the Elder of Myriad Beasts' control, it wasn't weakening but instead showing signs of growing stronger the more it fought.
If I want to defeat it, there seems to be only one way.
Light flashed between his brows. Under Ling Chen's full concentration, the three differently-colored Light swords expanded rapidly, unleashing extremely sharp auras of Slaughter, Overbearing Style, and Despair.
"Break!"
