The man wore ancient battle armor riddled with cracks and rust.
The edges of his armor had long since flaked away, exposing skin that was withered and charred black, pocked with holes gnawed into it by Malice. A few wisps of dry, brittle hair spilled from beneath his corroded steel helmet.
One hand rested on his knee, gripping an equally battered longsword.
Clotted, ink-black sludge clung to the blade. Drops occasionally fell, carving tiny corrosive trails through the void.
As the black Malice in the void flowed into his body,
his aura gradually grew stronger and more terrifying.
Until the next moment.
He slowly raised his head, his neck creaking.
Two ghostly green lights gradually kindled in his eyes. There was no earth-shaking pressure, only deathly silence.
He looked at Zhang Huizhi.
"Who... are you?"
Zhang Huizhi's eyes were calm.
Fan Ni was indeed rebuilding his physical body. Though this new body was nowhere near as powerful as Fan Ni's original form,
the Fan Ni of today possessed an Ancient God standing that surpassed Bai'e's former one.
In other words, even this newly born Malice entity was stronger than Bai'e.
The other piece of bad news was that Bai'e had now completely lost his reason.
He could not even feel the slightest doubt or struggle within himself.
The last shred of his rationality had vanished on the day he bestowed the Ancient God standing upon Chen Yan.
The Fan Ni before them was now a thoroughly evil creature.
The only good thing
was that this Fan Ni was not yet complete. His physical body had not finished taking shape.
At a time like this, time meant life!
Zhang Huizhi raised one hand.
Black light streaked in from afar.
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack!
Countless black scales appeared along with a