Chapter 6207: Show Yourself, Fiend!

Chapter 6207: Show Yourself, Fiend!

The four young saints came from dao lineages so ordinary methods couldn’t fool or scare them.

Alas, the monarch’s witchcraft was entirely new to them.

Li Qiye observed the art with a smile, enjoying his tea and the development.

“Go!” The gigantic god swung its hatchet again.

“Please be careful!” Li Xian shouted, talking about his residence again.

“Bam!” The tornado became enraged and increased in both size and speed.

This sent the centipede flying as well as the attacking giant.

“Rumble!” The tornado then headed for the monarch.

“Watch out!” Orchidcore and the others shouted after seeing the tornado finally becoming furious.

“You dare, Fiend?!” The monarch traced his finger across the wooden blade and swung it once before tossing the dog blood from the bowl.

“Show yourself, Fiend!” With his command, a rain of blood poured down against the tornado, keeping it in place.

As he said their names, the beans turned into gigantic gods. One of them sprouted from the soil, humble in size but not in immensity.

Another had eight heavenly eyes with beams pulsing from them. One resembled a general with a black cloak; its slight movement summoned storms.

The group couldn’t believe their eyes after seeing the horde of gods.

“Witch Monarch, please stop, you’re going to break my house!” Li Xian turned pale and shouted.

The monarch had no intention of doing so, choosing to place the fried insects into his mouth before spewing them out.

“Not my snacks!” Mu Hu had an issue with this.

The first to leave his mouth was a swarm of locusts blotting out the sky. Next came spiders and scorpions.

The spiders leaped into the air and weaved inescapable nets against the tornado. The scorpions lunged forward, intending to make full use of their sharp tails.

Meanwhile, the various gods didn’t hold back. They used raw physical strength, pulsing beams, and black gales...

“Fuck, no, no!” Li Xian screamed in horror.

“He is monstrous!” Princess Chen shouted.

“Still not giving up, taste my witchflames!” The monarch tossed the garlic cloves into his mouth and started chewing.