1546 1546. Prison

Madame Canson transformed into a giant made entirely of purple crystals. Her size continued to increase as her influence spread through the region. The pieces of the environment that she managed to affect flew toward her figure to force her existence to grow even further.

Noah's instincts screamed. That wasn't the power of an average rank 8 existence. Even powerful cultivators in the gaseous stage would struggle to radiate such breathtaking pressure.

His blades flashed with a dark light, and a massive cut opened on Madame Canson's giant leg, but her crystalized fabric stopped the attack almost immediately.

"Divine Demon and Wilfred didn't get the chance to see this form," Madame Canson's deafening voice echoed through the sky. "Luke's escape has forced me to abandon the old palace, but you are different."