Within the Demonic Qi, the shadowy figure of a Bull Demon loomed, flickering in and out of sight.
It seemed as though it had awakened from an ancient era, trampling across mountains and rivers, carrying a force of overwhelming suppression.
"My Lord, step back quickly," Bai Meng warned.
Not long after the words fell, a deafening "boom" echoed. The Demonic Qi above exploded entirely.
A loud and resonant moo of a bull reverberated.
The entire firmament echoed with it, lingering in the air for ages.
The Crimson Blade Bull Demon was wreathed in flames, its thick fur rippling in the wind. It ascended into the void, roaring toward the heavens.
"Old Bull, have you lost your mind?" Bai Meng chuckled.
The Crimson Blade Bull Demon turned around, and its fiery, flaming eyes gradually calmed.
"Bai Meng, and you, Seven-Faced," the Crimson Blade Bull Demon bellowed, its voice like rolling thunder, booming in their ears.
