Lu Mian slowly shook his head at Yi He's words.
"Incense Master Yi, that's where you're wrong."
"Even without Divinity's aura suppressing you, Nangong and I can still kill you together."
He spoke with absolute confidence, as though pronouncing Yi He's death sentence.
"Is that so..."
"I'm rather curious what other tricks you have left."
Yi He smiled faintly.
Whoosh!!!
Beams of black light shot out of his body and began circling him.
There were eight serpent swords in all.
As the serpent swords revolved, they seemed to form a special array, constantly emitting serpentine cries.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Lu Mian grinned. Even more terrifying ghostly energy erupted from his body, accompanied by the wails of countless resentful souls.
In that instant, Lu Mian's body swelled to three meters tall, and two blue-black ghost arms formed from ghostly energy emerged from his shoulders.
At that moment, Lu Mian resembled a terrifying ghost god returned from hell, vivid blood-red flames blazing wildly around him.
Meanwhile, silver light surged through Nangong Zheyue's body as a horrifying transformation took place.
They shed their human exterior completely, becoming a cold, exquisitely formed monster.
All their flesh was gone, leaving only a sharp, elongated skeleton. Their skull formed a perfect oval, interwoven with mysterious patterns. Their spine slowly curved into a spiral, and two additional blade-like claws grew from their waist and abdomen as their entire body assumed a crawling posture.
For a moment.
A thin sheen of cold sweat formed on Yi He's forehead.
What kind of monsters were these two?!
"Kill!"
Lu Mian summoned the Baleful Flame Heavy Blade from his Storage Ring. His two ordinary arms swung it, unleashing streak after streak of crimson blade light, as though raising an immense sea of blood.
His two ghost arms also struck