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And all of it brought about a tremendous change.
A hoarse growl squeezed from Luo Ping's throat. "Supreme Demonic Arcana: Break Limit!"
Viscous black, purple, and silver demonic flames erupted from the depths of his marrow.
Not only did the flames give off no light, they greedily devoured the light around them, turning it into rings of silent, spreading dark-fiend ripples.
At that moment, his Soul Power rose to level 96.
"Profound Meaning Rakshasa Soul Sever!"
The Demon Scythe's shaft hummed violently between his palms, and the entire illusory scythe blade rapidly swelled, finally becoming a two-hundred-meter Nether giant scythe wreathed in hellish phantom fire.
Wherever the scythe's edge pointed, space was dyed through like thin silk dipped in ink, warping and dissolving.
The phantom of the Rakshasa God stood silently amid the demonic flames.
Its very existence was blasphemy against the rules—the magnificent halo flowing across the surface of that giant scythe's shadow seemed both like the radiance of divine mercy and like the gaping maw of the abyss itself.
When the falling arc of the scythe blade tore through the long night, its might was no longer armor-piercing, but a lawful punishment that annihilated souls!
The scythe shadow blotting out the sky was reflected in Zhu Hongzhen's pupils.
His feet were planted on the earth, and heavy scales like Blood Jade crystals exploded into being all around him.
His soul skill erupted like a volcano—
"Ninth Soul Skill—Blood Mountain Suppresses the Universe!"
Earth-yellow streams of light surged deep within the scales, granting them the steadiness of ancient bedrock; deep-blue water patterns swirled across the crystal surface, dispersing impacts layer by layer; crimson tongues of flame spat from the gaps between the scales, burning away the Nether