"Yang Chen, you forced me into this, you forced me into this. Hehehe... I still can't get a firm grip on this state; I can't fully control it. If I hadn't been driven to the absolute limit, I truly wouldn't have wanted to unleash it. The third layer of the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art is simply too terrifying. But now that you've forced me to use it, don't blame me..."
Young Master Blood Feather laughed madly. Even as he spoke, signs of clouded consciousness had already begun to show.
His final words grew more and more indistinct. Young Master Blood Feather let out a wail, and a great quantity of black blood spewed from his mouth.
What differed was that within that revolting black blood were mixed some strange things, things that resembled souls.
The moment they appeared, those souls began devouring Young Master Blood Feather's vital essence and flesh, causing his body to slowly swell. His originally emaciated form became increasingly muscular, his size growing ever larger.
Until he became less and less like Young Master Blood Feather himself, eventually turning into a monster.
This monster wore no clothes. Flesh wings grew from its back, its limbs were incredibly thick, and its face was savage and hideous. Rather than calling it a human, it would be more fitting to call it a monstrous creature of another race.
"This is... something like a Ghost King?" Even Yang Chen could not make a clear judgment. The techniques of these evil cultivators came in every strange and grotesque form, all harming others without benefiting themselves. He truly could not put a name to it.
Yet there was no denying that this monster was powerful. Its aura had already surpassed Young Master Blood Feather when he had first unleashed the second layer of the