The instant his palm touched the surface of the Black Crystal, a jet-black pillar of light shot into the sky from above the frozen Blood Pool!
Whether it was the Four-winged Demons besieging Lin Qiye, or the Seraph and Fallen Angels in the sky preparing to wipe out Jiang Er and An Qingyu, all of them stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the black pillar of light.
Terrifying origin fluctuations surged wildly within the pillar. In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on Shen Qingzhu's right hand, which gripped the Black Crystal, was completely burned away, leaving only stark white bones clamped tightly around its surface.
Shen Qingzhu's figure was swallowed by the black pillar of light, his features twisting hideously from the excruciating pain.
At that moment, he had completely lost control of his own body. The Hell Origin poured madly into him, and that Bone Hand gripping the Black Crystal seemed welded to it, utterly impossible to pull free.
Shen Qingzhu stared fixedly at the Black Crystal as it slowly fused into his bones. Even though the pain nearly tore his entire body apart, he did not retreat in the slightest.
Shen Qingzhu had made it this far by relying on sheer ruthlessness. He dared to take risks, dared to dance on a knife's edge, and dared to gamble with his life under any circumstances!
Since he had decided to gamble everything he had on a way out for the others, he would never regret it.
Shen Qingzhu clenched his teeth as bead after bead of sweat rolled down his cheeks. As the Hell Origin poured into him, his body began to tremble violently!
Flickering black light surged across his skin. His spine bent further and further, his body gradually hunching