After transforming into a Darkwater Battle General, Chang Zhan's combat strength soared.
Yet even so, Qing Chen's Three Yin Sword Formation and Demon Lotus Karmic Fire still held him firmly trapped.
"You young brat, surrender at once!"
Chang Zhan roared repeatedly. Though his tongue showed no mercy, his heart was filled with dread of the Demon Lotus Karmic Fire.
This Demon Fire was simply too bizarre. Not only could it burn the flesh, but it could also scorch the Divine Soul, leaving him in such agony that he wished he were dead.
Though Darkwater Qi could hold it off temporarily, Qing Chen's Demon Fire seemed to possess a devouring power. Every contact weakened his defenses a little more.
If it broke through his defenses and burned his body, his Divine Soul would surely suffer grievous damage!
Just as Chang Zhan remained tightly trapped by Qing Chen's Three Yin Sword Formation and Demon Lotus Karmic Fire,
more than twenty drops of Essence Blood suddenly ignited inside Qing Chen's Brahma Aperture!
An immense surge of Qi-Blood Power erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky.
At that moment, Qing Chen's eyes turned pitch-black as ink, and his hands rapidly formed a series of exceedingly strange mudras.
The Mudra Art was intricate and mysterious, every gesture bearing an elusive quality.
As he completed the mudras, that immense Qi-Blood Power instantly transformed into a blood garment,
wrapping tightly around Qing Chen's body, leaving only his ink-black eyes exposed.
Just then, the space behind Qing Chen suddenly twisted, as though some terrifying existence were gestating within it.
The blood garment formed from Qi-Blood Power poured continuously into the distorted space, and an even more powerful aura emanated from within.
Immediately afterward, a blood-colored demon god phantom, seventy to eighty feet tall, slowly rose.
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