Under Fang Chen's gaze, Great Emperor Huo Li's form coalesced once more. He still had a human shape, but the flames wreathing him had turned a deep, dark Dark Purple.
His eyes had lost all focus. Only two furiously spinning clusters of Purple Flame remained, like twin purple suns that devoured everything.
The Fire Glazed Sword in his hand had also undergone a transformation.
The Red-Gold patterns along its blade had turned Dark Purple, while the Sword Rays flowing along its edge resembled liquid Purple Lightning. Every flicker made the surrounding space groan under the strain.
His aura had broken through to the level of a Mid-Stage Ninth-Turn Immortal Emperor, and it was still climbing at a terrifying pace.
"What move was that?"
Little Crane and everyone inside the Spirit Crane Space were stunned by Great Emperor Huo Li's display.
"Huahua, do you know?"
Little Crane could not help asking Huahua.
Huahua shook his head. "No. I didn't expect Huo Li to have such a powerful move either. It looked like he used some kind of powerful Secret Method to turn his body from solid to insubstantial!"
Fang Chen took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the Floating Immortal Sword.
He knew the real battle had only just begun.
Great Emperor Huo Li moved.
He spun sharply on the spot.
A hoarse voice rose from deep in his throat. "First Wave!"
His figure left an afterimage in the Chaos Space. He was so fast that even Fang Chen's Divine Sense struggled to track him.
Dark Purple Sword Light flashed like lightning tearing through the heavens, stabbing straight toward Fang Chen's brow.
Hum!
The sword had yet to arrive, but its Sword Qi struck first, scorching hot yet bitterly cold. Fang Chen felt a sharp pain at his brow,