"I told you, I wouldn't do anything to you. Just obediently give up resisting... and let me search your soul!"
Nightglow King's somewhat impatient voice rang out.
Chen Fan let out a long sigh. As he tightly gripped the sword in his hand, another ink-black speck rose from his blood-lit body!
Power of the Abyss!
Chen Fan's Blood-Melting Technique had long since reached the eighth level. Although during these past twenty or thirty years in the Thunder Temple, he had not devoted much thought to the Blood-Melting Technique, with it occupying an idle slot, it had still nearly reached the consummate stage of the eighth level.
His use of the "Power of the Abyss" still could not be called particularly fluent or effortless, but compared with the beginning, it had become vastly stronger.
As the "Power of the Abyss" emerged, strange phantom forms spread across Chen Fan's body once more—tentacles and scales, half-real and half-illusory...
A suffocating, terrifying aura radiated in all directions, following Chen Fan's descending sword-light as it slashed toward Ye Hua.
The moment Ye Hua sensed the surging "Power of the Abyss" from Chen Fan, the trace of impatience on her face instantly turned into shock and terror.
"You... how could you?"
The next instant.
Chen Fan only felt the stars shift and the world spin before Nightglow King directly cast him out of the Mind-Aspect World.
His surging sword qi slashed mightily into the distance.
Nightglow King's figure vanished without a trace.
"Perfect chance!"
Chen Fan's eyes flashed. Naturally, he did not dare linger in the slightest. Lightning spread beneath his feet, instantly carrying his body away, while the half-real, half-illusory wings behind him spread wide. He activated them repeatedly, his body turning into a phantom streak as he fled into the distance. At the same