Blood Demon raised his foot and kicked viciously, sending Oluka flying like a cannonball. He slammed into the wall and slid down.
Then Blood Demon swung his two daemonic weapons, the blood-drinking spear and the rending blade, into the walls of the Grand Fortress.
The reinforced concrete walls actually bled where the weapons struck them.
Before long, the walls took on a dull, ashen texture, as though some essential force had drained out of them.
Using the two bloodletting weapons, Blood Demon kept digging, forcibly carving a passage beneath the Grand Fortress large enough for his enormous body.
As he dug his way toward the surface, he spoke to Oluka behind him:
"I'll give you the power you want, but only after I finish my duel.
Then the power will descend into your body. Whether you can withstand it will be up to you. Heh heh heh heh!"
Before long, his enormous body, nearly twenty meters tall, disappeared into the concrete passage as he charged toward the surface.
Grand Inquisitor Oluka, meanwhile, lay on the ground like a dead dog, no longer moving.
Elsewhere, after Li Qinwu blasted the seven seventh-stage fighters to death with his Bolt Pistol, his body began to change.
Crimson blood energy rose out of nowhere and poured into him.
He grunted, feeling a surge of immense power pour into his body from thin air. His bones thickened, his muscles began restructuring, and the blood rushing through his veins felt like magma!
Li Qinwu grunted and dropped straight to his knees. It felt as though every bone in his body had been broken and was growing back.
He lay on the ground, watching his wrists gradually thicken.
You could tell whether someone had a large or small frame by looking at their wrists. Their thickness was