Under White-Haired Ghost's stunned gaze.
All thirty-six thousand pores on Meng Chao's arms simultaneously erupted with blinding flames.
As though two—no, two hundred—ferocious flood dragons were coiling around his arms at once.
When the flames dissipated, two thick, long chains, burned nearly to the point of melting, had already trailed from the ends of his arms all the way to the ground.
The chains were wrapped around two heavy sabers.
They looked as though they had been forged from ultra-dense cosmic material from a Neutron Star.
Their blades did not appear particularly sharp.
Yet they sank into the hard ground as easily as slicing tofu, plunging all the way to the hilt, leaving only their handles exposed.
No, that was not all.
When Meng Chao detonated his cells, and the Spiritual Energy he unleashed continuously thundered into the earth through the chains and sabers.
The rocks buried deep beneath the ground seemed to be infected, scorched, and stirred by his Life Magnetic Field, melting into surging magma.
With Meng Chao's feet as the center.
Within a radius of over a hundred meters, the earth trembled, roared, and tore apart, rapidly splitting into crisscrossing spiderweb cracks.
Blinding red light blossomed from the depths of the cracks, forming bubbles filled with magma at temperatures of several thousand degrees.
Even with the formidable flesh of undead creatures.
Faced with the steadily "magmafying" ground, their savage roars from moments ago turned into trembling whimpers.
One undead creature, with the heads of three monsters stitched onto it, happened to be standing where the crimson cracks were densest. With one misstep, it stumbled and half its body plunged into the magma Meng Chao had created.
Its flesh was instantly carbonized.
No matter how the Blood Pattern Flower Spores stimulated its cells, accelerating their division and growth,