Xiang Yuan's body shot upward, every bone in him crackling explosively as he grew until he stood a full two meters tall.
His wild hair whipped about, and a horn burst through the skin of his forehead, sharp as a hardened awl and gleaming with a metallic sheen.
His eyes glowed scarlet like fiercely burning devil flames, revealing a thirst for slaughter and blood. His white teeth transformed into razor-like fangs, and with every breath, wisps of black devilish qi spilled forth.
His arms lengthened past his knees, his ten fingers black as ink, his nails turning into black claws. Devilish qi surged around him like a black tempest, wrapping his entire body within.
Part of this devilish qi came from the Heavenly Devil Relic, while the rest came from Xiang Yuan himself, transformed from true qi through the circulation of the Heavenly Demon Heart Sutra.
The devilish qi not only enhanced his strength, but also made his movements swifter and harder to predict. His powerful body was sculpted with sharply defined muscles, brimming with explosive force.
This transformation of flesh and blood allowed Xiang Yuan to overpower Innate Realm martial artists through physical strength alone. The devilish qi could also invade and corrupt the body, beguile the mind, and more.
Cold Blood had never figured out the bloodline divine abilities that the Devil Race possessed from birth. Perhaps Cold Blood simply did not have any. Cold Blood had merely inherited the legacy of the Heavenly Devil and looked even more like one than the Devil Race did; he was not a pure Devil Race member in the sense of bloodline.
After transforming into a devil, the clothes around Xiang Yuan's waist tore apart. Xiang Yuan grabbed his shirt at the chest and ripped away all the fabric covering his