Lin Changqing's lips curved slightly as he looked ahead and gave a respectful bow.
"Thank you, Senior. Three thousand years of tempering helped me break through!"
Over three thousand years of fighting, Lin Changqing had spilled countless drops of blood, many of them on this Quasi-Saint skeleton.
He had long sensed that a trace of will remained within it.
Or rather, the boundless battle intent from Lin Changqing's nearly uninterrupted fighting over the past three thousand years had stirred that remnant will.
The illusory figure now turned to face Lin Changqing, its blood-red battle intent endless.
It stood ten thousand zhang tall, wreathed in boundless bloodlight and almost entirely insubstantial, yet its form was still clear: this skeleton had once been a qilin!
A Quasi-Saint of the Qilin Clan had fallen in the Blood Sea—and there were two such corpses. It was truly shocking!
"Roar!!!!"
At Lin Changqing's respectful bow, the qilin let out an angry roar. Its voice resounded for tens of millions of miles, shaking the heavens and clouds!
In an instant, it seemed that stars fell at its roar, and that countless living beings floated lifelessly in the wake of its fury!
An equally boundless battle intent burst from the qilin's phantom. It slowly lowered its head to look toward Lin Changqing, then raised a claw and swung it.
"Fight!!"
How could Lin Changqing fear it now? Black light exploded around him, shattering the countless drifting clouds. Mountains and rivers split apart, the Blood Sea erupted, and the skies for ten thousand miles were webbed with cracks!
Boom!!!
A thunderous blast rang out. A streak of bloodlight shot ten thousand miles into the distance, while the qilin's colossal, ten-thousand-zhang figure reared back. Bloodlight scattered from its claw, revealing the bones beneath.
That strike had ended in a