Zhao Fu walked into the alchemy formation.
A young man bound to a pillar shouted furiously, "Who are you? Why did you capture us?"
A beautiful young girl pleaded fearfully, "Don't kill me, please. Whatever you want, you can ask my family for it. My family will definitely give it to you. Please, I don't want to die."
A powerfully built young man cursed with hatred written across his face, "It was you, you bastard, who killed my family! I'll definitely kill you, tear you into ten thousand pieces, and make sure you never find rebirth!"
A beautiful woman with a graceful figure likewise stared at Zhao Fu with hatred. "You killed my lover. I curse you to die a miserable death! I curse every person by your side to die horribly! Hahaha!"
Zhao Fu stood at the center expressionlessly. A stream of power flowed underground, and the alchemy formation radiated an intense light as the vast alchemy power in the surroundings rapidly gathered.
Everyone looked stunned. They had never expected Zhao Fu, a person of Apocalypse, to be able to wield alchemy power as well—and it seemed incredibly powerful.
The power Zhao Fu was using now was a kind of alchemy power formed from the fusion of the Eight Forbidden Blood Art and Gold-Devouring Power. It merely resembled true alchemy power; it was not genuine alchemy power, as it had yet to fuse with the twenty-four runes.
Now was the time to fuse the twenty-four runes. Zhao Fu extended a hand and shouted softly, "Eight Forbidden Blood Art!"
An immense blood-red power surged forth, forming twenty-four spheres of light around Zhao Fu's palm. Zhao Fu continuously poured power into them, and the twenty-four light spheres began to crystallize, turning into twenty-four blood-red crystals that radiated a vast aura.
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