Xue Wuhen let out a furious roar.
Terrifying demonic flames coiled around his body, swirling endlessly about him.
All the remaining souls within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were burned away in the same instant.
The energy produced by the burning of countless billions upon billions of souls converged into a thick black pillar of light.
It shot skyward from the banner's surface, then abruptly changed direction and poured into Xue Wuhen's body.
The instant that energy entered him, Xue Wuhen's body abruptly swelled by a full circle.
His black robe burst apart, exposing skin covered in jet-black markings.
Those markings crawled across his entire body like some ancient Demonic Dao runes.
His eyes turned utterly black, with no whites and no pupils—only two abyss-like masses of darkness churning within their sockets.
Four pitch-black demonic wings condensed behind him, each spanning thirty meters, their surfaces covered in twisted, wailing faces.
Postnatal Demonic Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Possession.
Xue Wuhen's voice emerged from that swelling mass of black demonic energy, hoarse and twisted, like countless voices speaking at once.
"No matter how strong your Innate Demonic Dao is, you are still only one person."
"I now have countless billions upon billions of souls possessing a single body. My power is the sum of countless billions upon billions of souls."
"What gives you the right to compare yourself to me?"
As soon as the words fell, he moved.
All four demonic wings beat at once. His figure streaked across the arena as a black afterimage, appearing before Yuan Sha in an instant.
The fingers of his right hand came together like a blade. Along the edge of his palm gathered a jet-black sharpness formed from the stacked resentment of tens of thousands of souls, sweeping toward Yuan Sha's neck.
Yuan Sha raised