However, although the black-haired man's expression turned ugly upon hearing Wei Tu's words, Wei Tu's display did not frighten him into panicked confusion.
After the sneak attack of the ghost claw failed, he let out a low roar. Demonic qi swiftly churned over his body, condensing into vast patches of bizarre tattoos across his skin.
At the same moment, his dharma body rapidly swelled, becoming a demonic form several hundred zhang tall, with four arms, three eyes, and a single horn growing from its head.
Yet strangely, below this demon's waist, only its left foot was solid. The remaining parts were merely phantom forms condensed from dense demonic qi.
Even the solid flesh of its body was pitifully gaunt, without a shred of excess flesh—only a sheet of dark green skin stretched over a skeletal frame.
The transformation did not end there.
Immediately after—his lips moved as he began chanting an obscure demonic incantation. The beast-like claws on his four demonic arms, so thin they were nearly skin and bone, also began forming hand seals at a terrifying speed, so fast that even afterimages could not be seen.
The next instant, several black runes as dazzling as blazing suns shot from his mouth.
At the same time, the hand seals formed by the black-haired man's four arms abruptly halted. A vicious look surfaced on his face as all four hands clawed fiercely at his chest.
With an explosive rip, the shriveled dry skin hanging over his chest was torn open by his claws, revealing a hollow cavity devoid of internal organs.
Several drops of incomparably black, extremely viscous blood instantly seeped from the dry skin. They hung in midair and, at the demon's sharp cry of "Cha," fused with the black runes shooting from his mouth.
In an instant, one