In the glowing wilderness, scattered fragments of translucent spiritual animal bodies appeared, manifestations of Ancient Spirits gathering here, all looking in the same direction.
It was a battlefield where terrifying Magic Power violently surged; within this Spiritual Dimension, a battle reminiscent of myth was reaching its climax.
Demon King Demon Remains, no, it can no longer be called that.
It was no longer a giant crimson skeleton; those thorns were compressed and gathered to form Armor-like protection, solidifying its body, although still tall, now almost human-sized.
On the face, the crimson thorns shaped a bone-like mask, barely sketching the semblance of its former appearance, but unable to stabilize due to the world's rejection of its demonic powers, appearing fierce and intimidating.
Clearly, like our side, it knew Li Ang and the others would return for a decisive battle and made many preparations.
