Moreover, the Flame Demon Emperor's appearance was even more similar to the Human Race, and even the layer of Lava Demonic Marks on the surface of his body had vanished into hiding as Wang Yu appeared.
The phantom of that imprint seemed to activate some kind of preset.
A wisp of arc light lit up in his eyes.
He glanced Wang Yu over, then pointed an arm toward the seat across the chessboard. "—Please."
Wang Yu could not make heads or tails of it, and thought as he walked.
Just as he was pondering the matter of the stage order being thrown into disarray, the figure opposite him spoke again. "Your bloodline level surpasses the upper limit of the Flame Demon Race, and is even far more exaggerated than a True Spirit. What living being are you, sir? Why have you come to my Flame Demon Race?"
Wang Yu: "..."
He truly had not expected that this Emperor Imprint would possess such intelligence, much less that it would determine he was not a Flame Demon Race being for such an absurd reason. This was somewhat comical.
But after thinking about it carefully, it was actually quite reasonable.
Because his true body, through Heavenly Demon Dao Seizing, had merged with a large number of Top Grade True Spirits, and even True Immortal (Ancient Star God Corpse) level bloodlines, greatly enhancing his own aptitude.
This kind of change was permanent, and it self-adapted to Wang Yu's constitution, so it would not make him grow all sorts of strange appendages and organs.
Using this foundation to transform into other races through myriad transformations...
His talent would directly break that race's record, just like a True Dragon being born among a group of carp demons. The weak could still explain it away with the