A Shinu laughed with such wild arrogance, such overbearing pride, such utter disdain for all beneath him. He stared at Yan Zhe's twisted face, wreathed in black flames, while the thousand-odd arms all over his body trembled violently. Opening more than a hundred huge mouths the size of caves, he howled hysterically, "A traitor! That's right, there is a traitor! But who is she? I won't tell you!"
His thousand-odd arms crashed violently against one another, producing muffled thunderous booms. A Shinu threw back his head and roared a challenge, "Yan Zhe, as the leader of the Spirit God Clan, come and fight me to the death! You are the target I came here for!"
His enormous body plunged straight down from the sky. His four thick legs crushed a small hill, along with more than a dozen pavilions and temples atop it, into dust. A Shinu viciously chopped down with his blade, mincing hundreds of weeping, fleeing Heavenly Temple believers into pulp. Then he opened his mouths and drew in a fierce breath, swallowing all their souls and blood essence.
Yan Zhe watched A Shinu with cold, sinister eyes and laughed in an icy voice. "Then as you wish, A Shinu!"
A black sun appeared out of thin air high above. For the first time, Yan Zhe revealed his true body before countless onlookers. His body was a gigantic fireball brimming with intense radiation; floating in the air, he was a black sun. Within that black fireball, a mass of thick, writhing black fire slurry whirled and churned, vaguely resembling a three-legged crow.
Black firelight blanketed the space for hundreds of miles around, and then that stretch of void abruptly collapsed inward. Yan Zhe released his divine power domain, enveloping both A Shinu and himself within it. All that