Hundreds and thousands of demonic patterns coiled and combined, then rapidly proliferated and shifted, forming an altar that seemed embedded in water.
Su Shuanghe's feet sank into it. The demonic patterns continued spiraling upward like vines, with Su Shuanghe as the trunk they clung to, wrapping him densely layer by layer.
Though this man's mind was muddled, he still retained basic reactions, and so he roared and struggled.
Judging from his expression, he was clearly suffering immense pain.
Wan Tengshan noticed that the limbs wrapped in demonic patterns were likely dissolving. At the very least, his feet, which had sunk in first, were already gone...
"Demonic Sect Wax Melting Live Sacrifice!"
Wan Tengshan's eye twitched twice. If he had encountered such a thing before, he would have cut it down with a single sword strike. Yet now, he had brought it about with his own hands. Fucking hell...
He was ultimately steady by nature. Though waves churned within his heart, he grew all the more vigilant, wary of any unforeseen mishap at the last moment.
Su Shuanghe roared again. The demonic patterns had reached his chest. Whether the "wax melting" process was still continuing or not, his head had instead swollen by a full circle. His skull creaked and groaned, as though Sorcerer God Spiritual Water had been poured directly into it.
But matters should not have been so simple.
Wan Tengshan glanced back at his genius junior brother and received an instruction to remain calm and wait.
Li Bocai fixed his gaze on the flickering demonic patterns. Though concealed and intermittent, they fully captured the wondrous transformations of spiritual obscurity. He could not help but nod slowly.
"Spiritual obscurity is the foundation. The approach is correct. Now it depends on whether that one can seize hold of it."
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