Qing Chen stood alone beside the White Bone Blood Pool.
The sinister aura around him was like thick ink made tangible, winding around him in wisps and strands.
It seemed intent on seeping into his body and mind through every pore and dragging him into an endless inferno.
At that moment, his heart was like a surging, raging ocean.
The mountain of corpses and sea of bones before him represented monstrous sin, yet also an opportunity rarely encountered in a hundred years!
"One general's triumph leaves ten thousand bones withered; one demon..."
Qing Chen murmured to himself, but the latter half stuck like a bone in his throat, turning on his tongue before ultimately remaining unspoken.
Since he had stepped onto this path, there could be no turning back. An inexplicable heroic fervor welled up within him.
When he opened his eyes again, they were utterly cold.
He raised both hands, his ten fingers unfurling like a lotus, and an aura far colder and more sinister than before erupted from his body!
It blended seamlessly with the dense, bloody deathly aura around him, actually causing the bones in the pool to tremble slightly and give off a series of faint cracks.
He had forged an eerie connection with the bones here and the Demon Banner, as though they were linked by blood!
"Go!"
With a low shout, he thrust both hands forward!
A pitch-black pillar of light, like a river of the underworld tearing through the night sky, shot straight toward the center of the blood pool!
Buzzz-!
The instant the black radiance touched the blood pool, the White Bone Demon Mara Banner, which had remained suspended before Qing Chen, began whipping wildly!
The wisp of cool, pure energy on its surface, obtained from the Moon-Cassia Spiritual Root, suddenly blazed