Feng Qi slowly raised his right hand, and black liquid churned and extended from his palm.
A pitch-black blade marked with domineering patterns gradually took shape.
Its initial form resembled a Tang horizontal blade. It was over sixty centimeters long, black mist coiling around its body as the markings became increasingly distinct.
Just as Feng Qi thought the demonic blade was about to stabilize, it continued extending.
The blade gained a slight curve, and its total length, including the hilt, exceeded one and a half meters.
This form leaned more toward a Miao blade, slender and sharp, its edge fully exposed.
The demonic blade's transformation still did not stop, and its body continued to lengthen.
When the changes finally began to subside, the demonic blade had reached seven meters in length.
Boom!
The swirling black mist transformed into pitch-black flames that clung to the blade, carrying out its final tempering.
Violent blade aura surged into the sky. Centered on Feng Qi, a whirlwind of blade aura formed, carving crisscrossing marks across the ground.
Seeing Feng Qi holding the demonic blade level, the Mist Lord and the staff retreated once more, afraid of being caught in its biting blade aura.
At that moment, a strange feeling arose in Feng Qi's heart.
He felt as though the demonic blade were an extension of his own body.
His gaze slowly traveled from the hilt to the tip. He suddenly raised the demonic blade, and a violent tornado of blade aura instantly formed.
But just as Feng Qi was about to test the demonic blade with a slash, he suddenly felt a Giant Strength strike his right arm. His arm sank sharply, and he could not resist it at all.
The demonic blade slipped from Feng Qi's hand.
Boom!
The demonic blade struck the