Xuan Xiao watched the tree fleeing for its life, frowned, and impatiently urged it on.
"Move it! Quit dawdling!"
Screech!
A piercing phoenix cry tore through the sky, filled with endless venom and madness, making everyone's eardrums ache.
Yan Shaozhe had already been filled with hatred for the Hurricane Giant Tower because of Cai Mei'er's death, and now even Shrek was gone.
The evil aura he had inherited from Ye Xishui's Blood Soul Demon Puppet was completely unleashed. The Light Phoenix thus strayed onto the evil path and became a true Evil Phoenix.
A golden phoenix phantom emerged behind him, but every feather had now turned pitch-black, wreathed in black flames.
Every feather radiated a nauseating evil aura. With each flap of its wings, the surrounding temperature plummeted, as though everyone had fallen into an ice cellar.
Yan Shaozhe slowly rose to his feet. His once refined face was now twisted into something terrifying, his eyes blood-red and his pupils narrowed into vertical slits.
He lowered his head to look at his trembling hands. Black Soul Power coiled around them like countless venomous snakes slithering beneath his skin.
Mu En's pupils abruptly contracted at the sight. He recognized that aura—it was the aura of an evil soul master, identical to that of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Shaozhe! What are you doing?! Stop!"
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Xuan Xiao looked at the Light Phoenix behind Yan Shaozhe as it was gradually corrupted and began applauding, the claps especially crisp amid the ruins.
That punchable smile hung on his lips as he drawled leisurely.
"Let me tell you something else, Yan Shaozhe. Want to know about your origins?"
Yan Shaozhe's blood-red eyes snapped toward Xuan Xiao, brimming with murderous intent as if he wanted to tear him apart alive.
His mouth hung open,