"Demon Seal, unseal!"
As a low murmur rang out, Miyuyin and the others underwent a dramatic change in appearance. Their auras abruptly multiplied several times over in defiance of all reason, becoming immensely powerful.
"This... what is this?"
Fang Ming and his three companions could not help looking incredulous.
After the black baleful intent appeared, Miyuyin and the others suddenly underwent tremendous changes in physique and appearance.
Their bodies grew sturdier, their limbs longer. Some became more muscular, others more lithe, their forms brimming with streamlined beauty.
Sharp fangs and claws sprouted, and enormous horns even grew from their foreheads.
Most striking of all, however, were the strange, totem-like patterns covering their skin.
Those patterns clearly carried the resonance of the Dao. They were restriction patterns imbued with dharma power, similar to those manifested by Human Rank Spirit Tamers or the restrictions on inscribed talismans, yet they clearly served to connect with deeper powers between heaven and earth.
Set off by these dao patterns, the demonized warriors looked even more mysterious and powerful.
"They can actually transform like this? What secret art are they using?"
"Be careful. They feel completely different now. They've become far more dangerous!"
Fang Ming and the others quietly conferred among themselves.
Fang Qianyuan was even more astonished by the sight.
Isn't this the Blood Mark Curse Seal Yan Wenshan and the others proposed?
Although it differed in some respects, Fang Qianyuan still recognized it, for no other reason than that it was fresh in his memory.
Yan Wenshan had been ordered to establish the Creation Hall and was eager to produce results to show his patron. Researching immortal blood was something he could make his foremost task to win Fang Qianyuan's favor.
The Blood Mark Curse Seal he had proposed was precisely a means of