It had no fixed form.
At times, it transformed into myriad human faces howling in agony;
at times, it became enormous, writhing, tangled tentacles;
at times, it dispersed into a mass of sickly green mist that filled his vision, whispering incessantly.
Its core radiated pure hatred and hunger for all life and order.
"Hiss-!"
An invisible mental spike, faster than lightning, bypassed Qing Chen's physical defenses entirely and stabbed viciously at the source of his divine soul!
Qing Chen grunted. His vision went black, and his divine soul felt as though a red-hot branding iron had seared it.
Had he not spent so long cultivating "Demon Seed Golden Lotus," making his divine soul far more condensed and powerful than those of cultivators at his level, that single strike might have injured him!
His thoughts raced.
Within his dantian, the Immortal-Locking Demon Lotus Platform abruptly erupted with pitch-black light;
its nine lotus petals spun madly, streaks of demon runes lighting up to form a sturdy mental barrier;
it only just blocked the mental assaults that surged after it like a tide.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Invisible collisions erupted fiercely on the level of the divine soul.
Qing Chen's body shuddered violently, and another trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
This extraterrestrial heavenly demon's attacks were bizarre and unpredictable, impossible to guard against completely.
At times, it transformed into countless fragmented whispers that burrowed madly into his consciousness, attempting to awaken his deeply buried heart demons;
at times, it condensed into a mental hammer as heavy as a mountain and smashed down viciously;
at times, it became countless illusory tentacles that coiled around him, frantically siphoning away his mental power.
Qing Chen drove the Lotus Platform with all his strength to defend himself, consuming his divine soul power at