"Then let's see which of us gives out first!" the Red-Haired Supreme sneered, continuing to lead his army in surrounding and attacking Ji Hao.
Even if he could blast apart a Quasi-Immortal Emperor with a single punch, the Red-Haired Supreme simply had too many subordinates!
Every collision left wounds on his body. More than half his purple-gold dragon scales had shattered, and his blood flowed ceaselessly, only to be absorbed by the Red-Haired Supreme.
"You might not know this, but turning the tables in desperate battles like this is what I do best!" Ji Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Ji Hao caught the Red-Haired Supreme's spear and looked up with a smile. His strength slowly increased, and something crystalline glittered beneath his cracked dragon scales, as though it were about to break the cage of his body and free an entirely new true self.
"Pretty impressive, aren't I?"
Some shattered dragon scales fell from his body as vigorous vitality spread. His grievously wounded body slowly recovered, and a terrifying fluctuation swept outward.
His form with a human head and dragon body broke apart, giving rise to another crystalline immortal body.
Immortal blood flowed within him, and his dragon scales grew even more brilliant, crimson and radiant. Not only had he recovered, but his dharma power had become more formidable. His imposing aura was vast beyond compare, and even his hair shone like immortal metal.
At that moment, a soul-shaking power flowed through his eyes whenever they opened and closed. His dragon horns in particular could tear through nothingness with the slightest movement. Even the Red-Haired Supreme's expression changed, his heart jolting with alarm.
"Is he about to transform into a divine embryo?"
"Truly a born God of War!" the Red-Haired Supreme exclaimed