After Su Fan devoured the True Dragon Blood, the height of his thousand-zhang Demonic Transformation remained unchanged, yet it now resembled a moving purgatory.
Compared with before, however, his thousand-zhang Demonic Transformation radiated all kinds of evil auras—resentment, chill, decay, corruption, and more.
They nearly drove the mind into confusion, as though one had been plunged into the deepest Yellow Springs.
His body was covered in dense black scales that shimmered with a cold, eerie light. The flowing dark-gold patterns twisted and crawled like living things, each one seemingly tearing open the void and rewriting the laws of Heaven and Earth.
The sharp spines and rugged armor covering the Demonic Body were etched with mysterious runes. Their flickering, uncanny radiance resembled countless trapped Spirits of the Dead struggling and wailing, recounting the terror of an ancient, evil power.
That enormous head was draped in a dense mass of bizarre tentacles that whipped madly in the wind like thousands of venomous snakes dancing wildly.
The hideous horns on either side of his forehead were wrapped in black mist. As the mist churned, the power of darkness seemed on the verge of taking physical form.
Most terrifying of all was the vertical eye between his brows. It flickered with a resentful, eerie light that exuded a dreadful evil power, as though it could see through the soul and devour every beautiful thing until nothing remained.
Not only that, golden scales resembling dragon scales would occasionally surface across various parts of his enormous Demonic Body.
Beneath countless light screens in the various Middle Worlds, the cultivators watching the battle stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror. The frightening might of that enormous Demonic Body had stunned them into silence.
At that moment, the terrifying might of Su Fan's Demonic Transformation was like a