Chen Fan shattered Molten Core's resurrected body time and again. As the number of revivals increased, Molten Core visibly grew more and more agitated.
After Chen Fan killed Molten Core another seven or eight times, amid stone fragments dancing through the sky,
another blaze spread out from the void.
This time, however, the flame did not condense into Molten Core's body. Instead, it transformed into a fiery-red crystal core.
Chen Fan's eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth curled up. "Have you finally revealed your true form?"
"Chen Fan, you can be proud of having forced me to this point."
Molten Core's voice rose from within the flames.
Then Chen Fan suddenly turned his head.
The countless bits of dust and scattered rubble around them actually began to move with the wind, surging toward the flames in the blink of an eye.
As the rubble and dust flowed over, a vast and powerful aura surged forth from Molten Core.
Dazzling, eye-piercing flames rippled endlessly from Molten Core's body.
A terrifying power that made one's heart quail continuously gathered and accumulated, while his body swelled, swelled, and swelled again.
Each time Molten Core had revived before, his body had been no more than a hundred zhang tall. Yet in the blink of an eye, it had already exceeded four or five hundred zhang—and it was still continuously taking shape.
"Unbelievable..."
Chen Fan stared at the scene in astonishment.
"Molten Core... what exactly is this thing?"
At the same time, he realized that Molten Core had likely refrained from directly activating this state in order to drain Chen Fan's strength.
However, Molten Core had clearly underestimated the number of times Chen Fan could unleash the Primordial Sword.
"Sure enough, Molten Core hadn't kept winning all this time just by being lucky."