The colossus with the head of a sheep was scrutinizing the group of joined bodies within the battle formation, its eyes rolling ceaselessly.
For it, even though the human and demon armies below were vast in number, only these few individuals could barely pose a threat. Among the humans, the two joined bodies present were the same familiar auras that had sealed it away years ago.
The auras emanating from the Venerables of the Demon Clan were equally repulsive to it.
If in its peak state of Divine Skills, it would have naturally not hesitated to swallow both sides whole, but due to the old injuries that still lingered and being sealed for such a long time, its Mana was less than half its usual strength, preventing it from rashly striking out.
While it was subconsciously grumbling to itself, a scolding from Fairy Lin Luan entered its ears, simultaneously causing the blood talisman embedded in its skull to fluctuate slightly from the stimulation.
