The male one, although only a bit more than a quarter of his body was left, refused to back down. With a whoosh, from the bloody rift along his spine suddenly burst out eight pairs of cockroach-like wings, slapping and buzzing, speed shooting up with a swish, sandpaper-rustling straight into Tie Dan's face!
His hands were bursting with violet lightning and azure thunder, flashing nonstop! They turned into a pair of plasma ghost claws, grabbing straight for Tie Dan's face! For a moment he was as fast as lightning, ferocious as hell, terrifying to the extreme!
But Tie Dan had been a dangerous local wild beast mixing around here for five hundred years, after all. How could he not know that these outer Demons smuggling themselves over from the Other Shore were all Supremes of their own worlds, with insanely long HP bars, ridiculously hard to kill and tough as hell.
