Standing at the entrance of the demon transformation platform or perhaps more accurately, the ancient array hidden deep within the mountain. Bai Yan stood tall, his armor glinting faintly under the dim, eerie glow of the cavern. His gaze swept across the depths of the cave, his frown deepening. The wails and screams of his men still echoed faintly, but something about those cries was… wrong. The sounds were twisted, inhuman, like the shrieks of tortured beasts.
“I am Bai Yan of the Demon Sea,” he growled, his voice a mixture of pride and frustration. “No mere trashy Transformation stage cultivator will make me cower. I will end this brat with my own hands and bring his head to the patriarch. Let us see if he can endure the full wrath of a Genesis King!”
Boom!
A final blast erupted from
