Changqingzi laughed until tears streamed from his eyes.
After a thousand years of pent-up resentment, he had finally vented it today.
But the very next second...
His laughter cut off abruptly, and his expression froze.
A terrifying, suffocating pressure surged wildly from Wang Tianhe's body.
His shriveled flesh began to swell, and new tissue writhed frantically at the stump of his severed left arm.
Thick blood-red light enveloped him. His eyes were crimson, like those of a demon that had crawled out of the depths of hell.
Early nascent soul.
Mid nascent soul.
Late nascent soul!
Under that terrifying pressure, the surrounding seawater was forced down more than ten meters, creating an enormous vacuum.
"He... he's burning his origin essence!" Changqingzi's voice trembled as his legs carried him backward against his will. "He's forcing his cultivation higher with his origin essence. He's going to take us down with him!"
He was burning his origin essence in exchange for a brief burst of peak combat strength.
Three minutes.
After three minutes, his origin essence would be exhausted, and Wang Tianhe would die without a doubt.
But for those three minutes, he would be a true late nascent soul great cultivator!
Wang Tianhe slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes locking onto Chen Lin.
"You slaughtered my entire clan and destroyed my lineage."
Wang Tianhe's voice was no longer hoarse. Instead, it held an eerie calm.
"Today, every last one of you will join Chan'er in death!"
He slowly raised his right hand.
The spiritual energy within a hundred-li radius instantly ran wild.
A blood-red pillar of light shot into the clouds, tearing through the already dark crimson sky.
His shriveled flesh had fully regained its fullness. His late nascent soul pressure forced the boiling sea below to cave in, forming an