Bai Qixue's question left Luo Yan at a loss for how to answer.
Just then, his mind shook violently. He suddenly felt his entire body grow heavy, as if an invisible mountain range had pressed down on him!
Such crushing pressure made Luo Yan's heart sink. He turned to look at Shatuo.
The Heavenly Ghost had already partially digested Tāngòu, and its appearance had quietly begun to change.
Its originally grayish-white skin had now turned black—a murky black, like the sludge in the earth, giving off a filthy air.
In addition, a pair of enormous, curled horns resembling those of a ram had grown from Shatuo's head. The horns were covered in sinister patterns and radiated an uncanny aura.
One head after another, belonging to various living beings, was embedded in its chest. Joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, and surprise—the Seven Emotions and Six Desires were all vividly displayed on their faces.
After completing its transformation, Shatuo sat on the ground like an innocent child. Its expression was pure, its eyes curious, and it poked and prodded the scorched earth around the ruins.
Suddenly, it burst into loud laughter, waving its arms and dancing.
Inside Zhu Rong's cockpit, Luo Yan looked toward the top of the Heavenly Ghost's head.
Like Jilan, Shatuo also had a black umbrella suspended above its head.
Most of the stars on the black umbrella had already gone dark, leaving only seven stars still shining.
At that moment, Bai Qixue's voice came through the communications channel. "Luo Yan, can you still fight?"
Luo Yan had just fought a fierce battle with Jilan. Not only had he used a large number of immortal arts, he had also activated the Holy Descent state.
Now, the red sun behind Zhu Rong had dimmed, and the scarlet ribbons coiling