"Blood Demon Race, damn you!"
Mu Mingxuan's gaze was clear, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.
How could a genius ranked twelfth on the Northern Domain Group Hidden Dragon Ranking willingly let himself be executed here?
And yet...
Rustle.
A crimson gleam seemed to flash through Mu Mingxuan's eyes. In the next instant, the clarity in his gaze vanished, replaced by a savage, chilling look.
He looked like a vicious beast ready to erupt at any moment. It was terrifying!
Even the Water-Fire Domain around him began to seethe.
Unfortunately...
The Demonic Qi soon suppressed his Water-Fire Domain.
If anyone had been inside this Immortal-Demon Altar, they would have seen how dense the Demonic Qi around Mu Mingxuan had become.
It was scarcely less dense than the Demonic Qi Xu Zhongjie had emitted when he revealed his demon body.
Mu Mingxuan was suffering far more than Qiao Chuyu had, and the Divine Sense enveloping him here was far stronger than what had enveloped her.
He was a hair's breadth from Demonic Transformation!
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
At that moment, a series of muffled sounds came from beside the Crimson Defensive Barrier. They were so faint they might have been an illusion.
"Roar!"
Startled by the sudden sounds, Mu Mingxuan let out a roar like a Monster.
At the same time, the Demonic Qi surrounding him abruptly scattered.
"Hm?" As the Demonic Qi thinned, Mu Mingxuan suddenly came to his senses, though pain and struggle still filled his eyes.
"Someone's attacking the Crimson Defensive Barrier. Who is it?"
Mu Mingxuan shook his head hard, forcing himself to stay conscious. Before he could see clearly, a vast Devouring Power surged in.
It had appeared so suddenly that his heart sank. He was already struggling to resist the Divine Sense invading him. If