What happened next made Qin Tian’s pupils suddenly contract.
He saw the Soul Master Masked Man, the Beastman, and the two already beheaded Golem bodies being swept up by the Sea of Blood back to the man in the blood robe.
The four bodies began to lt in the blood light, flowing like wax until they solidified on the blood-robed man’s back, transforming into four writhing sacs of flesh, rging with his flesh and blood.
Qin Tian narrowed his eyes and did not act rashly. This was a great opportunity to understand the thods of the Blood Demon Cult, and he wanted to see what waves the integration of the four Golem bodies into his opponent would stir up.
At the mont when the four bodies solidified into sacs of flesh, the blood-robed man’s body began to writhe violently.
His head swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, the originally narrow eyes suddenly bulged out, and the surface of the eyeballs was covered with cobweb-like blood vessels, reflecting the ghostly blue and fiery red of the soul fire in the pupils. His left arm surfaced with dark green patterns, with viscous venom oozing from the fingertips, filling the air with a pungent sweet sll; the right hand blazed with raging flas, the fire taking on a bizarre purplish-black color, burning the surrounding air with a sizzling sound; the skin on his back and limbs cracked open, dark scales piercing through the flesh, layering over the body and reflecting a cold luster.
In just a few breaths, he had incorporated the abilities of the four Human Puppet Golems entirely into his body, perfectly blending the soul-related strangeness, poison elent sinister, fire elent ferocity, and Beastman defense into a new force.
For the first ti, surprise appeared in Qin Tian’s eyes.
The Blood Demon Cult’s bloodline study had reached this level?
He knew that he could fuse multiple talents purely because of the System Dad.
If anyone else were to rashly rge multiple bloodlines, they would undoubtedly be waiting for bloodline conflict, leading to self-destruction.
Yet the Blood Demon Cult could not only integrate the power of bloodlines into Golems, granting Golems extraordinary combat power, but also forcibly rge the different abilities of Golems into one body, a revelation that would surely cause an earthquake in the Spiritual Energy world if it got out.
"Ho ho... ho ho ho..."
The blood-robed man let out a laugh unlike any human voice, his aura surging like a volcano, with blood-colored energy forming a howling whirlwind around him, lifting all the gravel in the valley.
The pressure grew stronger and stronger, seemingly showing signs of breaking through the Tier Six shackles, touching the Tier Seven threshold, even making tiny ripples appear in space.
But just as that barrier was about to be breached, his montum suddenly halted, and the blood-colored whirlwind on his body fluctuated violently, clearly missing the final step.
"Just a little more... just a little more!" The blood-robed man raised his head abruptly, his bulging eyes fixed desperately on Qin Tian, with hatred boiling within, nearly turning tangible.
He had painstakingly acquired the Human Puppet Golems for this fusion, only to have them utterly destroyed, and the side effects of the fusion had already begun to manifest—skin under the scales ripping with excruciating pain, and organs seemingly corroded by strong acid, an irreversible damage.
All of this was caused by the man in front of him!
"I want to tear you to pieces!"
The blood-robed man roared as he charged at Qin Tian, his speed several tis faster than before.
He waved his left hand, and a large swath of dark green toxic mist spewed out, corroding holes in the black soil wherever it passed; the purplish-black fla in his right hand transford into a fire serpent, hissing sharply as it coiled towards Qin Tian; the bulging eyes on his head shot two ghostly blue soul lights, stabbing straight into Qin Tian’s mind; simultaneously, his scale-covered body slamd forward, carrying a brute force.
The four abilities wove together, forming an impenetrable web of attacks.
Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed, and he dared not be careless.
The Demon King’s Wings flapped, his figure weaving agilely through the toxic mist and flas, the Black Frost Blade entwined with thunder and black flas, constantly slashing at the incoming attacks. Sotis he would use the Soul Devourer to deflect the purplish-black fla, sotis activating the Poisonous Snake Body to ignore the encroaching toxic mist, while also sparing attention to fend off the two unrelenting ghostly blue soul lights, occasionally having to forcibly intercept the opponent’s scaly charge.
The blood-robed man’s attacks were chaotic yet unusually fierce, switching between the four abilities with ease, making them difficult to defend against.
Though Qin Tian had the speed advantage, he had difficulty finding an opening, thwarted each ti he attempted a close-range attack by the opponent’s combination techniques.
In the valley, thunder and lightning, flas, toxic mist, and soul lights clashed and collided, the rumbling echoing incessantly.
Qin Tian frowned slightly, sensing that while the opponent’s aura was unstable, it was exceptionally formidable, and bringing him down wouldn’t be easy.
Looks like it’s ti to get serious.
When it cos to explosive power in battle, he had plenty of thods.
Let’s try a power he hadn’t used in actual combat yet.
Qin Tian took a deep breath, the Soul Devourer within him suddenly boiling. No longer rely a ans of defense or attack, it now began to perate inward, flooding towards the depths of his soul.
The soul fire at the most primordial source of the fla, tempered pure and fierce through a billion ignitions, seed to have found a ho, slowly lding with his soul.
"Fla Soul Symbiosis—Fla Master State, activate!"
A deep growl resonated in Qin Tian’s throat, and in an instant, his body seed to transform into an erupting black volcano.
The deep black Soul Devourer swelled abruptly, the black flas surging and flowing over his body like living things, coalescing into a suit of fla Battle Armor etched with dark patterns, each inch of fla exuding a domineering aura of all-consuming sovereignty.
His appearance transford accordingly, his once sharp eyes now ablaze with pure black fire, an endless abyss swirling in his pupils, slightly warping the surrounding light; his unmoving hair danced on its own, its tips entwined with tiny black sparks, remarkably leaving his hair unscathed; beneath his skin, black fluid seed to flow, visible evidence of his massively enhanced physical constitution after being tempered by the fire’s source.
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