As Yun Che watched Ma Xinghu's aura surge once again, the corner of his eye twitched slightly.
This fellow had concealed his strength. His Beastification Frenzy did not stop at two stages, but three.
With a furious roar of "Stage three beastification, activate!", Ma Xinghu's body underwent another drastic transformation.
His frame, which had already nearly doubled in size, forcibly grew several feet taller. His dark golden mane stood on end, each hair gleaming with a metallic luster. A pair of ferocious Flesh Wings covered in thick scales sprouted out of thin air from his back, whipping up howling winds as they beat. Three halos of Power Laws emerged, looking quite extraordinary.
His head also began to twist and change shape. His muzzle protruded, exposing his fangs, and even the faint outline of a vertical eye appeared on his forehead, radiating a terrifying pressure that made souls tremble.
This was no longer mere beastification. It was more like some forbidden transformation, fully unleashing the most primal, most violent power hidden within his body.
"Roar!"
A roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell erupted from Ma Xinghu's mouth. Wherever its sound waves reached, the air twisted violently, and the lingering dust over the Arena was instantly scattered.
The earthen yellow light surrounding him mingled with his dark golden mane, faintly forming a tangible energy storm that churned the surrounding space into chaos.
"Yun Che! You can be proud of yourself for forcing me this far. I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"
Ma Xinghu's voice turned hoarse and deep, filled with inhuman savagery. The Flesh Wings on his back beat sharply, and he became a blurred streak of light, charging wildly toward Yun Che with world-destroying momentum at several times the speed of his second beastification.