At this moment, Shen Luo's body had grown considerably taller, nearly ten feet in height. The left half of his body had been completely tainted by demonic aura and was covered in a layer of thick black bone armor, streaked with dark crimson blood-colored demonic patterns. The right half, however, was entirely different, covered in golden scales.
The expression on the left side of his face was savage, and a jet-black demonic horn about an inch long protruded from his temple. The right side of his face was just as fierce, like an enraged Vajra, with a horn on his right temple as well—only it was a golden dragon horn.
More bizarre still were his eyes. In the eye tainted by demonic aura on the left, there was a pupil blazing with dense golden light. Yet in the eye on the right, where Pure Yang Power gathered, there was an ink-black demonic eye.
The fist Shen Luo had used to strike the snowy-white lightning was his left fist, covered in bone armor.
Boom!
The snowy-white lightning exploded with a thunderous crash, turning into a pillar of white light dozens of feet thick that shot into the sky.
Countless thick lightning serpents burst from the pillar, striking in all directions and setting off a chain of roaring explosions.
Thunderous booms rang out without end.
Explosions continued to erupt all around. Within a radius of several hundred feet, there was almost no place left untouched.
Even the light barrier surrounding the area rumbled continuously. The shockwaves rebounding from it threw the entire land into utter chaos and violent upheaval.
After knocking back that sword strike, Shen Luo had already retreated and shielded Fu Donglai behind him, allowing the lingering might of the lightning to batter his body without pause.
With a wave