The mantis demon was striving hard to let its wings grow out from its back.
Its blade-like arms chopped through the air from time to time, seemingly able to tear the very space itself and quell the chaos of lightning and various magic streams.
However, it was not moving with ease at the moment, hence it kept getting struck by lightning, and impacted by the chaos of magic power, its body alternately frozen, burnt, and seemingly torn apart as it struggled to withstand these forces.
It appeared that it had anticipated these environmental anomalies and had prepared quite a few magic potions and artifacts to protect itself. Even so, it still encountered numerous dangers one after another.
As time passed, the more its wings grew from its back, the stronger its power became, and the greater the force emanating from the environment that sought to destroy it.
Ma Lin sat down, watching patiently.
