Wang Mu was mounted on Ao Qing, the battlelust in his body subsiding only slightly, but not by much.
Ao Qing's strength still wasn't sufficient; a Cultivator in the Divinity Transformation Realm couldn't hold out for long at all. My body is just too strong right now, Wang Mu thought helplessly. It wasn't her fault, it was mine.
Should I pull off her Dragon's Horn...?
Within his pitch-black eyes, a terrifying ferocity lay deeply concealed. Wang Mu took a deep breath. The black flames enveloping his body—a manifestation of the fusion between his Nascent Fire and the Infinite Demon Body—were terrifying to behold.
"Let me go..."
The fury in Ao Qing's roar abruptly ceased, as if she had seen something.
I'd like to let you go too, Wang Mu thought, but right now, the Demon Body wants to kill you.
"The Great Immortal is out of seclusion!"
Just then, Little Jiao Huo's voice rang out loudly.
