As for this Heavenly Demon, Zhu Yu saw its origin at a glance—it was just a regional Blue Demon. Though troublesome, it posed no real threat.
When the Blue Demon emerged, Chen Yi's mind wavered momentarily, but his blade and sword never stopped. Countless streams of light surged forth, breaking through repeatedly. Yet his footsteps remained steady, darting forward like lightning.
The sinister demonic aura spread, leaving only two pinpoints of golden light intact. These were the immortal essences of the two True Monarchs. As long as these fragments of immortality persisted, no matter how the Blue Demon wreaked havoc, it could still be constrained by the golden shackles. As the shadow-clad figure and the Magic Platform drew closer, Wuling True Monarch's face turned pale, for the Heavenly Demon within the rift was still struggling, attempting to break free of its bonds.
