A strange beast floated in the sky, its entire body burning with black flames.
It resembled both a wolf and a fox, and was about the same size. Compared with the other desolate beasts, which were often as large as small mountains, it was tiny indeed.
Yet horns grew from its head, and its blood-red eyes had already lost their luster.
This was the eighth floor's guardian, the Desolate Soul Nightmare Beast. Its powerful soul could control dreams, ensnaring people before they even realized it.
Even Fang Mo, with his formidable soul power, had fallen prey to it, unable to tell whether he was in a dream or reality. Fortunately, the Bronze Mirror protected his soul. The moment the beast's soul entered his sea of consciousness, the Bronze Mirror destroyed it with a pulse of power.
This could be called his easiest victory yet. The battle had ended without either side lifting a finger.
A mighty desolate beast at the peak of spirit transformation grade had been slain just like that, without a sound.
The blood dragon roared, opening its jaws to devour the beast's blood essence and battle soul. Before long, it had consumed them completely, and an image of the Desolate Soul Nightmare Beast, burning with black flames, condensed on Fang Mo's back.
The blood dragon returned, and powerful energy erupted from Fang Mo's body.
Fang Mo threw his head back and howled like a terrifying desolate beast, his body radiating immense pressure. Eight desolate beast battle marks appeared on his back, and even heaven and earth seemed to tremble.
Fang Mo was frighteningly powerful now. He felt as though he could destroy this entire world with a single punch.
He had spent a full two hundred and twenty-eight days on the eighth floor.
He had cultivated the