Transformation Art was nearly instinctive to some exceptionally gifted Formless Ancient Demons, but when an uncontrollable Transformation Art was inflicted upon others, it became a terrifying nightmare.
During ancient times, this Formless Devil Ancestor had acquired a certain degree of skill in casting curse techniques through its long conflict with ancient wizards. Combining that knowledge with its own transformation abilities, it had created this Abyssal Formless Curse Technique.
This was merely the beginning of creating through the active study of knowledge, yet to this Formless Ancient Demon, it had already become a pleasant surprise.
Yet compared to Green's understanding of the fundamental truth of Transformation Art, the expanded application of knowledge through the Mutation Field was no more than wizard-apprentice-level education. Without a wizard's social system for systematic learning, even an Endless Overlord could not achieve much more on its own.
"Now!"
The Blood Ghost roared. The vast sea of blood seemed to ignite like blazing flames, boiling and surging as it spewed out blood-red spears one after another, each gathering astonishing energy fluctuations. They came in an unending torrent, their momentum overwhelming. In an instant, dozens of blood-red spears shot forth.
The spearheads scraped against the astonishingly dense abyssal demonic aura swirling around the Formless Ancient Demon, staining great swathes of the black abyssal demonic aura blood-red. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sounds of tearing through the air came without end.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
Crisp metallic impacts rang out one after another. The blood-red spears struck the Formless Ancient Demon, yet caused no harm whatsoever. Injuries fatal to ordinary low-level creatures were, to the Demonic Beast formed from this Formless Devil Ancestor's thumb, nothing more than a gust of windblown sand pricking its skin.
"Heh heh, just this... Urgh!"
With a pained cry, the Formless Ancient Demon