An ancient demonic shadow slowly rose behind Cao Mo.
It stood several thousand zhang tall, its face hidden within the surging First Demon Blood Essence. A jet-black mark also lay between its brows.
The moment the demonic shadow appeared, the thousand-zhang divine platform shook violently.
The four World-Pinning Black Iron pillars hummed in unison. Formation patterns spread across the platform lit up one after another, confining that ever-expanding power within the arena.
Even so.
That terrifying might still passed through the Formation and spread in every direction.
Quite a few Martial Venerables felt their hearts sink, their blood and qi stalling for an instant.
"Is this the First Demon Bloodline?"
A Martial Emperor of the Ancient Devil Race stared fixedly at the demonic shadow behind Cao Mo, his gaze burning.
The First Demon Ancestor had once crushed an entire era beneath his feet.
As the First Demon's Son, Cao Mo had naturally inherited his bloodline.
It was merely that when he had previously defeated Mo Qianqiu, Yuan Wudao, and Li Chengyu, he had never truly activated this power.
Not until he faced Jiang Hao.
Not until every one of his methods in his normal state had been suppressed head-on.
Only then did Cao Mo finally use his final trump card.
Wang Teng's expression turned serious as he watched Cao Mo's aura steadily rise.
"His power has doubled."
The several small worlds floating around Chu Hao also trembled lightly.
After sensing it for a moment, the smile on his face gradually faded.
"It's still rising."
On the divine platform.
Cao Mo spread his arms and allowed the First Demon Bloodline to flow through his entire body.
The black patterns that had just been torn apart by the Shatter Void Collapse Realm Strike reappeared, their color becoming even deeper.
The spear wound