"Boom, boom..."
Wei Fan grew stronger the longer he fought. At first, the Yuan Yi Holy Lord had sent him flying with a single blow, but now he was already able to match him evenly.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm turned into waves of heavenly music. Light flowed from his Primordial Spirit and merged into his body.
His body began to heat up, as though he had been thrown into a furnace. Those Dao Marks started evolving toward an even more mysterious level.
A flash of insight struck Wei Fan, and his consciousness connected with the Nine-Nine True Skill mark.
The next instant, lightning erupted in his mind like a tsunami, flooding his entire mental world.
The Nine-Nine True Skill mark pulsed, likewise emitting majestic heavenly music that resonated with the heavenly music of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm.
In an instant, Wei Fan could no longer suppress it. He felt the exhilarating release of smashing through a ceiling.
He simply stopped suppressing it and let his emotions erupt. The third eye on his Primordial Spirit's forehead suddenly opened, shooting out terrifying divine light.
"Boom!"
At the same time, the Wind Thunder Wings behind him unfurled. Wild winds rose everywhere as lightning flashed and thunder roared.
"Kill!"
Wei Fan could not help letting out a long howl. It was as though some shackle had shattered, or as though power that had always existed within him had finally been unleashed. The surging strength made him want nothing more than to fight a fierce, satisfying battle.
"Not good!"
The Yuan Yi Holy Lord felt as though the Wei Fan before him had transformed from a lamb into an ancient ferocious dragon. That savage aura actually filled him with heart-pounding dread. That shout seemed