Upon reaching Jiang He's realm, 'sudden inspirations' sometimes became very prophetic. However, he was somewhat curious, as theoretically, he shouldn't have any enemies.
For a moment, he was completely at a loss.
Betrayed by Chen Yuan, the Pingtian Demon Saint was extraordinarily furious and revealed his true form directly in the grand hall: a towering over twenty-zhang-tall Blood-patterned Demon Tiger.
"Roar!!!"
"Roar!!!"
The Pingtian Demon Saint stared intensely at the Transmission Array, wanting to tear 'Jiang He' apart. The Demon God Flower was a treasure he had guarded for hundreds of years, capable of advancing his cultivation further.
Now....everything was gone!
His roars reverberated through the seventh and eighth floors of the Demon Suppressing Tower, as countless demons started rapidly converging toward the eighth floor, a terrifying pressure was brewing.
