Mu En's killing intent surged within him, boundless murderousness gathering in his eyes.
Yet Li Qingming merely looked at him indifferently.
His martial soul had already begun to devolve.
The terrifying, enormous Light Holy Dragon behind Mu En began to slowly shrink back.
Its massive dragon body gradually contracted as countless strands of pure light energy began to seep outward.
Watching that light energy dissipate, Li Qingming calmly raised a hand.
In his palm, the power belonging to the Light Holy Dragon began to gather without end.
Then, behind Li Qingming, an angel with six wings like the Six-Winged Angel's slowly condensed, its entire body white-gold.
The Light Angel and the Six-Winged Angel looked similar, but their origins were completely different.
Feeling the Light Angel's incomparably powerful Light Power, Li Qingming still calmly raised his hand.
Powerful strength continuously gathered, then flowed into the Light Angel's body.
The Light Angel's divinity took shape more and more clearly, while the power it wielded was raised to its peak in a short time.
Seeing the Light Angel appear and feeling the origin of his own Light Holy Dragon begin to be plundered—or rather, eroded—
Mu En threw back his head and roared, fury blazing in his eyes.
Yet his body could not move at all, and he even began to grow old again.
His eyes started to turn pale and weak.
He stared fixedly at Li Qingming.
Behind him, the once enormous and terrifying Light Holy Dragon had already begun to shrink and deform.
The dragon horns atop its head faded away, while the huge Wings of Light on its back slowly shrank until they vanished completely.
It had devolved from a true dragon-level martial soul, a super martial soul, into a draconic subspecies.
Then it continued to devolve, continued to devolve,