Within the pitch-black armor, Su Hongtu's body had undergone an astonishing transformation.
He had already been an exceptionally tall, powerfully built man, a gallant fellow, yet now, with the evil weapon entering his body and evil qi pouring into him, his physique swelled enormously.
Not only had he grown more than two heads taller than before, but the muscles all over his body had expanded in an outrageously exaggerated fashion. The arm that had become the evil weapon had swollen to more than twice its original size, its massive palm gripping the ritual altar and leaving it covered in claw marks despite its incredible hardness.
At the same time, patterns resembling ghostly curses began appearing across his skin. His face in particular was covered in dense, mysterious markings, to the point that Su Hongtu's original features could no longer be made out.
This caused everyone who had been locked in chaotic battle to pause briefly and turn toward the ritual altar in unison. Could it be...
Had Su Hongtu failed, suffered a backlash from the evil weapon, and been controlled by it?
After forcing Shen Zhihang back with a punch, Meng Zhao also looked toward Su Hongtu. The Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique unfolded, and in his eyes, Su Hongtu had become nothing but a vessel for strange, evil energy. The aura around him was unbelievably powerful; his cultivation had increased severalfold, dozens of times over. Yet his will and soul as a person, as a martial artist, had vanished.
His aura contained only ferocity and evil, without a martial artist's soaring sharpness or a Heavenly King's domineering strength.
Had he failed?
The next instant, an enormous Buddhist Swastika Light Wheel bloomed atop the ritual altar. Dense Buddhist radiance even dispersed the Utmost Yin and Utmost Evil qi that had gathered