His voice was shrill, unlike any human voice—more like a cuckoo crying blood.
" mortal flesh is nothing but a shell! With this broken body, I shall become a sacred raft! I beseech—Rakshasa Venerable, descend to the mortal world!"
Buzz!
The air in the ancestral hall suddenly grew heavy, as if a thousand-jin weight had pressed down on everyone's hearts.
Rumble—
The entire ancestral hall began to shake violently. The stone eyes of the hideous Three Heads Six Arms statue in the center of the hall, once lifeless, slowly began to turn. Two scarlet beams shot straight down, precisely enveloping the Red Robe Man.
"Gahhh—!"
The Red Robe Man let out a soul-rending scream.
His body swelled at a visible speed, like a skin pouch being inflated.
A teeth-grating grind of bones came from his broken joints. Under the red light's influence, the shattered bones grew wildly, pierced through his skin, and were exposed to the air, only to be quickly wrapped in the flesh buds that welled up around them.
His tattered scarlet robe split apart, revealing not human skin, but layer upon layer of dark-red, rock-hard Purple Black Hide. The vertebrae along his back pierced through his skin, transforming into a row of sharp bone spurs.
"Roar—!"
The Monster threw back its head and roared. The sound waves were visible to the naked eye, lifting a layer of the surrounding blue-brick floor.
"Divine possession?" Fang Mo narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the Steel Saber. "I refuse to believe this god is made of iron."
He stamped his foot, and the ground cracked.
He turned into a blur and instantly closed in on the Monster's side. The Golden Bones within him thrummed as he poured all his qi and blood into this single strike.
"Slash!"
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