A feeling of holding victory in the palm of one's hand. Looking at Xiao Yan, whose gaze had grown sluggish, Fang Hao bantered.
"It is far too little to say such things now." A moment later, the dark liquid condensed once more, and the black patterned saint robe thoroughly took shape behind Xiao Yan like a cloak, looking as imposing as the supreme monarch of a dark era as he cast a condescending gaze upon all living beings. Atop the cloak was an endless power of darkness, a power brimming with a malevolent nature that caused one's soul to shudder.
"Then I shall let you see what a true Eight-Star Dou Xian is!"
"Come, thunder!" Watching Xiao Yan's dazzling and brilliant smile, Fang Hao waved his arm. The ground of the Desert Hinterland suddenly underwent a violent transformation, and in an instant, streams of Thunder Power gathered around his body like thunder snakes. He looked like a true arbiter gazing down upon Xiao Yan, ready to execute a final judgment upon him should he make any suspicious move.
Gazing upon such an expert while that terrifying fluctuation spread, a sense of unease welled up within Xiao Yan's body. Fortunately, owing to the isolation of the black patterned saint robe, it did not inflict much of an impact upon him.
It has reached this kind of situation once again.
I remember last time, it was a girl who unhesitatingly offered herself as a sacrifice for me. Xiao Yan's palm reached through the black patterned saint robe to touch his own heart, speaking softly with a rare trace of composure and gratification in his voice.
Yet the strange thing was that the Sacred Flame Crystal into which Mu Yingying had transformed did not exhibit any violent fluctuations at this moment; instead, it