Crack!
Lightning intermittently lit the gloomy world a dazzling white. Rainwater mixed with blood slid off the blades, and the world seemed to hold nothing but a soft pattering. Xie Jinhuan stood where he was with a blade in each hand. Once he confirmed that the target was dealt with, the tension in his heart lake gradually faded, but the demonic nature pent up deep inside him wound around his heart again. Countless distracting thoughts turned into a craving for strength that his divine sense simply could not suppress.
Thus, once the battle ended, Xie Jinhuan raised a hand almost instinctively and clenched it at empty air.
Boom~
The enormous demon body formed from blood qi instantly disintegrated into a dense blood mist, spreading through the ruined town before gathering toward Xie Jinhuan's arms. Beside him, Qixia True Person gripped her saber in both hands and panted rapidly, suppressing the crazed thoughts in her heart. Noticing the disturbance, she turned her gaze toward Xie Jinhuan, only to see the phantom dragon scales covering him dissipate. He stood stark naked in the curtain of rain, his skin dark red, his eyes feverish to the extreme and even somewhat savage.
"Xie Jinhuan?"
Seeing this, Qixia True Person quickly put away her weapon and approached to examine him. His expression alone told her that he was on the verge of succumbing to demonic madness.
She had been somewhat reckless just now, and the Corpse Ancestor, who had rapidly condensed a demon body, had gained the upper hand against her. Only because Xie Jinhuan had thrown himself into knocking her aside with all his strength had she avoided serious injury, but he had taken a saber strike for it.
The physical wound inflicted by the Demonic Blade Naxie was not serious at all. After