Supreme Path VI

Lin Xin gripped his sword with both hands, still bent at the waist, but his eyes now held threads of intoxicated delirium.

The Netherworld Mansion Power triggered by slaughter was pouring madly into his body, raising his cultivation.

The Primal Battle Demon Art originally required, upon reaching the fifth level, not only the requisite Dao intent but also an ocean of demon qi. Yet this enormous influx of Netherworld Mansion Power now surged in like a tsunami, filling half the demon qi he needed in only a short time.

And the sensation of life undergoing a subtle qualitative transformation as his cultivation rose was remarkably like the addictive thrill of taking drugs.

"Truly wonderful..."

Lin Xin lowered the demonic sword. His pupils had already been completely dyed blood-red.

Under normal circumstances, if he saw how he looked now, he would certainly have realized that his current state was somewhat strange. But now, he felt neither discomfort nor any sense of being controlled or influenced.

Netherworld Mansion Power poured into his body.

All this time, for the sake of letting the Red Leaf Sword Master help him leave the Nether Prefecture, he had restrained himself from massacring others to raise his cultivation.

But this time, he had finally failed to hold back.

For some reason, this advancement did not seem to be as troublesome as he had imagined.

With that silver fruit suppressing it, he indeed would not be harmed, but his sensations would still change ever so slightly, as though he could feel his body constantly being eroded and altered by Netherworld Mansion Power.

But this time seemed completely different from before.

Lin Xin could clearly feel that his body itself possessed an exceedingly formidable resistance. Rather than passively being transformed by Netherworld Mansion Power, it was instead furiously battling