Swish!
Wind screamed. Thunder cracked.
And in the blink of an eye, the figure of the Wind and Thunder Lord tore through the skies and materialized above the battlefield.
His expression—usually calm and composed—shattered the moment his gaze landed on the scene before him.
"A… Three Eyes Demon…"
His voice trembled. His pupils shrank.
He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Because what he sensed from below wasn't a normal demon.
It was something far, far worse.
The pressure spilling from the transformed demon was overwhelming—so heavy it pressed against his chest like several mountains stacked atop one another. The Wind and Thunder Lord, a Nascent Soul cultivator, felt his knees threaten to buckle.
Below, the transformed demon threw back its massive head and laughed.
A low, thunderous, bone-rattling laugh.
"Kekeke… let me show you what real strength is…"
Its transformation completed.
