There were no earth-shaking phenomena, no roars that rocked the heavens, yet the cold oppression within this cramped stone chamber was far more suffocating than the hordes of monsters outside.
The cracks split open completely, and the entire core torso burst apart.
A mass of black mist, more compact and far denser than before, rose into the air and hovered above the stone platform.
Within the black mist, an outline rapidly reformed.
Incomplete limbs and a deformed head swiftly took shape. But the reborn body was more compact than before, its demonic markings deeper, its aura more savage.
It avoided the front, where the Yang Fire burned strongest, and hovered motionless in the stone chamber. Only its newly formed, pitch-black eyes remained fixed on Qin He.
It made no sound, yet radiated utter ferocity.
Qin He saw it clearly.
After its rebirth, this monster had shed its former bloated, incomplete form. Everything that remained was the essence best suited to this Reverse Dao Void Domain, most adept at corrupting living beings.
It seemed to have learned from being burned earlier. Rather than recklessly turning incorporeal to evade him, it kept the black mist around its body tightly condensed, faintly exuding confidence that it no longer feared the flames.
The stone chamber was cramped, leaving no room to maneuver or dodge.
The monster struck first.
Its figure flickered, becoming a pitch-black afterimage that lunged straight at Qin He's face.
The instant it closed in, a strange dizziness suddenly gripped his soul.
It was neither poisonous miasma nor an assault of killing intent.
His perception of the surrounding space had been silently distorted.
Qin He was clearly standing still, yet he vaguely felt the ground beneath him shift. The dark figure appeared before him one moment and behind him the next. The