"It's time to end this!"
With that thought, Chen Yi moved back, holding the sword in one hand with the tip pointed downward, his expression solemn as he watched the Centipede Demon and the Rat Demon.
Both Great Demons seem to sense his deadly resolve, their spirits trembling as demon energy once again swept out from within them.
In the sky, two enormous ghostly figures also bellowed fiercely.
Even though they felt a hint of fear towards the White Tiger Divine Intent, at this point, they were both filled with unwillingness.
"I am willing to forsake my thousand years of bitter cultivation if it means I can slay you!"
The Centipede Demon was stained with its own blood, its form was battered, yet its imposing aura was undiminished.
With its roar, twelve blood-red skulls slowly emerged as its six pairs of crimson eyes burst one by one.
Afterward, a dense, ink-black demon energy gathered towards that skull, forming a thousand-foot centipede blood shadow.
