"Yes, I lost."
"But I haven't lost yet."
With that, he abruptly retreated three steps, spread his arms, and threw back his head with a roar.
The roar sounded like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts magnified a hundredfold. Gray-white mist poured from his mouth, swelling and spreading wildly until it covered the entire Arena.
His figure twisted, warped, and swelled within the mist.
At that moment, he used his own flesh and blood to summon back into his body the countless vengeful spirits he had slain and refined into undead.
Countless vengeful faces rose beneath his skin and sank away again. As his body expanded, his bones cracked and reformed in rapid succession.
His back arched. His spine pierced through the flesh behind him, exposing deathly white bone spurs. His arms lengthened, and black bone claws sprouted from his fingertips.
The skin of his face split apart, revealing a face of dry bone and rotting flesh beneath.
His aura climbed sharply.
He broke through the peak of the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm and crushed the threshold of the Fourth Heaven.
A vast pressure, far greater than at any previous moment, erupted from his body.
It struck the chains of law above the Arena, sending them swaying wildly like candles in the wind.
The gray-white aura of the undead fused completely with his flesh and blood. He was no longer human in form.
He had become a monster three zhang tall, covered from head to toe in gray-white bone and withered flesh. A pair of bone wings spread behind him, and two clusters of ghostly green flame burned in his eyes.
"What is that thing?"
"This is bad!"
Yan Ting felt the pressure of the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm bearing down on him, and his expression changed sharply.
His Thunder