Wu Siming's eyes widened like copper bells as he watched the pint-sized Iron Head fight the Elephant Power Demon Corpse to a standstill. If not for his cultivation of the Nine Illusions Mirage Demon Scripture, which made him highly resistant to all kinds of Illusion Techniques, he would have almost thought he had fallen under an illusion himself.
This Elephant Power Demon Corpse of his was no masterless rogue demon, but a True Disciple of the Profound Sun Demon Sect, one of the Four Demon Sects.
Its Elephant Power True Body was honed to absolute perfection.
If not for the fact that the Nine Illusions Mirage Demon Scripture he cultivated was the perfect counter for cultivators with powerful bodies but weak Divine Souls, Wu Siming truly would not have been able to defeat him.
Even with the Elephant Power Demon Corpse's Power weakened by the Upper Yang Demon Exorcism Formation, the notion that a mere child could fight it to a standstill was simply too unbelievable.
