The fierce Tiger Demon Fiend, with bony wings on its back, let out an earth-shattering roar, attempting to muster its remaining strength to resist the assimilation of the Great Dao.
However, just as it made a move, those ghastly white bone wings began to peel off piece by piece, dissipating into light particles in the void. The fur on the tiger's body withered like dry grass, revealing the blood and flesh underneath that was dissolving. The swirling Chong Ghosts emitted mournful howls under the golden light, dispersing into nothingness like smoke.
The rotting flesh demon fiend seemed like boiling black water under this force, and the malice that had once solidified within it rose as wisps of black smoke in the golden light. Countless twisted faces of agony emerged and dissipated within, as if a thousand bitter nightmares were returning to the world.
