Moreover, this was the first time Yi Chen had increased his strength through slaughter. The feeling was simply exquisite. If only the Fallen Blood within the young man's body had been richer.
Countless fine scales swiftly covered the surface of Yi Chen's entire body. His legs thickened, his teeth grew exceptionally sharp, his nose became straighter, and his features more sharply sculpted. Even his jet-black hair turned gold, as though plated with a layer of the precious metal.
Faint strands of silvery-white light wreathed his whole body as Yi Chen explored the effects of the demon power the Fallen Apostle had taught him.
Yi Chen stepped onto the snow as though treading on soft cotton, without making the slightest sound. He drifted down beside the giant bear's corpse, swept out his hand, and seized a translucent, blood-red crystal core.
He looked at the core and shook his head. "I disdain using fallen power, but since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, why shouldn't I take advantage? Hmm, I'll have to find your lair."
With a crack, Yi Chen crushed the core, and the power within it dispersed in an instant.
Yi Chen frowned and thought, The Fallen Apostle's legacy is interesting. It can actually awaken a person's potential to this extent. Hmm, it seems they obtained this core under some particular circumstances. Otherwise, how could mere mortals possess the ingenuity to create such a powerful core?
Yi Chen spotted a man in black robes in the distance. His eyes were dark green, and an ominous, sinister aura soared skyward from his body. His eyeballs spun rapidly as he lunged at Yi Chen amid a mass of black shadow.
Yi Chen snorted coldly and curled his finger slightly. A pale silver thunderbolt formed out of thin air and struck the shadow