Golden and silver light enveloped Huo Yuhao, flowing endlessly around him.
That power was stripping away the human bloodline within him bit by bit—from his skin, to his flesh, to his bones, to his meridians, until even the last trace of human impurity was gone. Every stripping brought soul-rending agony. It did not feel like physical pain, but more like a tearing sensation from the depths of his soul, as though countless hands were ripping, crushing, and reshaping him from within.
Huo Yuhao knelt on the ice field, both hands gripping the frozen ground tightly. His fingernails had long since shattered, and blood mixed with ice shards. His body trembled violently, veins bulging across his forehead, while any sweat that seeped out instantly evaporated into mist.
He did not scream.
From beginning to end, he never uttered a single cry.
He merely gritted his teeth and allowed the light to drown him. He clenched his jaw so tightly that blood seeped from his gums, trickled down the corners of his mouth, and dripped onto the ice, instantly freezing into crimson beads.
The Dragon God's phantom hovered above him, hands forming seals as the golden and silver light grew increasingly brilliant. With every increase in brilliance, the pain within Huo Yuhao intensified. Yet at the same time, an entirely new power was awakening within him—the power of the Dragon God's Bloodline, ancient, domineering, and above all things.
Electrolux stood some distance away, watching the scene. The savage beast puppets remained where they were, motionless, their eyes empty.
He suddenly spoke.
"Yuhao."
Huo Yuhao did not respond. He could not speak now and could only listen with the last shred of his consciousness.
Electrolux continued, "Those savage beasts are already dead. Ditian, Bi Ji, Bear Lord, Red King, Zi Ji, Myriad Demon