Chang Yin roared and pounded wildly as if he had gone mad. The crimson patterns on his face flashed with savage light, bulging until they burst through his blood vessels. Countless sprays of blood shot into the sky, dyeing the yellow sand stirred up by the aftermath of battle a blazing red.
The blood was scorching hot and actually ignited in the air. Blazing flames surged into a towering inferno as his emotions swelled once more, and the Crimson Yan Mark faintly seemed ready to burst Chang Yin's body apart.
Few could control the berserk power of the Crimson Yan Mark. Its previous owner had suffered a backlash on the eve of breaking through to Supreme Martial God, and endless energy had mercilessly swollen a peak Divine Intent martial artist to death.
The Crimson Yan Mark could be controlled through emotions in its early stages. Once its owner's emotions fluctuated violently, the Crimson Yan Mark would break free of its owner's restraints.
Jiang Yan's earlier slash had shattered Chang Yin's dreams of becoming one of the Prodigies, breaking the Dao Heart of a man who usually proclaimed himself invincible. Amid his extreme unwillingness, the power awakened by the Crimson Yan Mark was incomparably vast.
He was like a war machine. His mind had lost all capacity for thought, and his sole purpose was to tear Jiang Yan before him to pieces.
An hour later.
Jiang Yan successfully condensed his fifth Battle Ruin Imprint.
But gradually, he discovered that the patterns on Chang Yin's face were dimming. Even the speed of his bodily recovery had drastically declined, while the Battle Intent he provided had fallen by a third.
"Don't stop!"
Jiang Yan flew over and slapped Chang Yin across the face.
Slap!
His skull cracked. The latter spun 360 degrees through