Wang Wu did not give that Wandering Grand Unity any chance to notice and correct it. The instant after he was suppressed, he immediately launched a second wave of countercharging.
But this wave of Nine-Demon Hybrid Blood had already become fundamentally different.
A concept called creation had been evolved.
It now carried the charm of turning decay into wonder, of creation gathering divine beauty.
The original Nine-Demon Hybrid Blood—putting it unpleasantly—had been even more wretched than a heap of mixed-up mongrel scraps.
But now, it was as if an eagle's talons, a deer's great antlers, a carp's scales, a snake's body, a cow's ears, and a whole series of other structures had been organically and wondrously combined.
Not only was it no heap of scraps, it instead possessed supreme divine might.
Wang Wu's Nine-Demon Hybrid Blood was now exactly like this, because it had already completed the progression from crude collision, to orderly evolution, and then to indescribably marvelous creation.
This could already be treated as a power of origin.
Who said the power of bloodlines could not become the sixth disaster?
Yes. Through this entire series of operations, Wang Wu had forcibly forged the power of bloodlines into the sixth disaster, and the instant the forging succeeded, it had already completed supreme evolution.
This was a structure utterly unfamiliar to that Wandering Grand Unity, and it was also knowledge that the traitorous guide simply could not handle.
One fresh move could eat its way across the world—let alone when this was the first time it had appeared.
Wang Wu let out a low roar. The Blood of the Nine Demons burned violently at this moment, actually burning through that skull in one stroke. The skull that had originally embedded itself and occupied Wang Wu's second and third sequences was