The Black Bear Spirit took a deep breath, no longer hesitating. As its demon energy surged, its body expanded against the wind, instantly rising several hundred feet from the ground.
The imposing might of the Demon King shook the heavens.
Yet, the four Dharma Aspects remained indifferent.
The four Tower Guard Monks were expressionless as well.
The One-Eyed Monk among them coldly spoke, "Since we have arrived, how dare you, spawn of the Demon Race, be so presumptuous?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a gesture as if to press down with a giant palm.
The imposing Dharma Aspect above him immediately lifted a massive hand, its countenance solemn as it suppressed.
"Damn, you're the spawn, your whole family is!"
The Black Bear Spirit, notorious for its foul mouth in every great battle, didn't hold back and cursed directly.
