Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. Zhou Mian was panting like an ox, his spiritual power in chaos—he really did look as if he had suffered a cultivation deviation. But what made Lin Xuan feel somewhat wary was that the demonic qi on him was also constantly increasing.
Screech...
Along with that surging demonic qi, his body swelled as well. His clothes burst apart, revealing bronze-colored skin. Yet what made one's heart tremble was that countless streams of black qi were slithering over the surface of his body like venomous snakes.
His blood vessels and meridians bulged high, looking bizarre to the extreme.
And yet this change was only the beginning...
Zhou Mian's face had already twisted completely out of shape. Sweat poured from his forehead like raindrops. Pfft—he opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of blood.
After that blood left his body, it was immediately absorbed by the surging demonic qi around him. Then the demonic qi, now turned black-red, was inhaled through his nose into his belly.
Every joint in his body began to emit a strange crackling like beans being fried in a pan. His body became even more thickly built, and over his chest, abdomen, and shoulder blades, a layer of strange black-red armor inexplicably grew out.
"Ah!"
Zhou Mian flung both hands wide and roared toward the sky. The muscles on his forehead twitched wildly, and a bone spur several inches long began growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Xuan stared, dumbfounded. He considered himself well-read and fairly experienced, but he had never heard of anyone undergoing cultivation deviation and demonification ending up in this state.
What was this supposed to be?
Whether the monster before him was still Zhou Mian was already hard to say, but it was