The demonic spirits that burst forth from the Golden Gate exploded one by one, their bodies transforming into more blood-colored light dots, surging towards the mutated demonic spirit.
Even the demon cores that fell to the ground overflowed with Demonic Light, pouring towards the demonic spirit.
The twin blades were absorbed into the pair of hands behind its back, with streams of Demonic Light swirling around, and the two dragon-like faces simultaneously let out painful, ear-piercing screams.
Boom!
Red light erupted like a volcanic explosion, engulfing the demonic spirit’s body.
"Get lost, all of you, get far away! That beast is about to beco a Super Spirit; I’m risking my life here. Get as far as you can." Lao Dao, who was originally charging at the demonic spirit, stopped, his eyes fixed on the light pillar, shouting.
"Go, you guys return to the City of Light first." Li Xiu said in a deep voice, staring at the light pillar.
Chu Jun wanted to say sothing but stopped after seeing Li Xiu’s expression, imdiately retreating with Qin Shi and the Ye Family siblings.
Lao Dao was bare-chested, with gray hair draped down, holding the blade with both hands. The broken blade and his body simultaneously emitted purple light, which swirled like black lightning, becoming so intense that Lao Dao’s figure beca nearly indistinguishable.
"Kid, you get lost too. This is not a battle you can handle." Under the intense stimulation of Demonic Light, Lao Dao’s body seed to swell significantly. His once lean yet slightly shriveled muscles were now bulging.
The hunched back also straightened, making him look like a humanoid beast.
Li Xiu didn’t speak; he rely took out Light Speed One from his backpack. In an instant, as he activated it, his body was enveloped by the Demon Armor.
"You kid are actually a Magic Armor Master too? Heh, interesting. A cowardly Magic Armor Master dared to enter the Land of Trial and beco a Trial Taker. You’re sothing else, kid." Lao Dao sneered wickedly, "Since you’re not afraid of death, watch closely. This might be the last ti I beco a Super Spirit in my life, so keep your eyes wide open and morize this feeling. If you ever reach this step in the future, it will be your greatest asset."
Boom!
The mont Lao Dao finished his last word, the broken blade in his hand seed to ignite, erupting with blazing purple light, instantly engulfing all of Lao Dao.
Under the Demonic Light radiating from both the demonic spirit and Lao Dao, trees within a few miles quickly withered and rotted, with all sorts of venomous snakes and fierce beasts bleeding from their orifices, desperately fleeing.
Nearby rocks shattered, and the wooden house collapsed into a pile of debris. Splinters and stone fragnts flew chaotically, yet as soon as they neared the two terrifying Demonic Lights, they turned to ashes instantly.
The light pillar on the demonic spirit’s body gradually declined, and the red light beca clearer. Through the red light, the demonic spirit had transford into a creature entirely resembling blood jade, with two faces and four arms, its entire body covered with scale armor like backwards spikes.
Every inch of its body seed to pulsate with blood light, which blood externally like lotus flowers, layer upon layer, blooming and dissolving, only for new blood light to bloom again, cyclically.
Li Xiu had never seen such terrifying demonic light from a demonic spirit, and on the other side, Lao Dao’s body emitted Demonic Light of comparable intensity to the demonic spirit.
In the gradually clear purple Demonic Light swirl, Lao Dao and his broken blade looked completely different.
The broken blade had regenerated, transforming into a ghost-head blade encircled by purple lightning. Where his upper body was once bare, mysterious purple light patterns appeared on Lao Dao’s muscles. These light patterns, like demonic tattoos, covered Lao Dao’s whole body, emitting eerie Demonic Light, making Lao Dao seem possessed by an evil spirit.
If you looked closely, you would see that the purple light emitted by Lao Dao had transford into a ghostly phantom encasing him, resembling an executioner’s spirit ready to decapitate at any mont.
"Is this what it ans to beco a Super Spirit?" Li Xiu felt the abundant Light Energy emanating from Lao Dao and was sowhat in awe.
Human bodies could beco so powerful, leaving Li Xiu a bit surprised. Even though it was accomplished by leveraging pact powers to reach such an extent, it was enough to shock him.
Even when Li Xiu controlled Hong Hualang in the past, amplifying the power of Demonic Light to maximum, or even extre overload, it could not reach this level.
This was no longer a matter of quantity but a qualitative change.
Feeling the explosive Demonic Light fluctuations, Li Xiu thought silently, "Co on, let see how strong Super Spirit power truly is."
Lao Dao slowly raised the ghost-head blade in his hand, with purple Demonic Light gathering on the blade like Demon Fla, as if countless vengeful spirits were entangled around it.
The demonic spirit raised its maces and swords, confronting Lao Dao from a distance. Its two faces were as grim as demons, yet its expression was equally grave. It lifted four weapons, with blood light coalescing on them.
Li Xiu felt the ground tremor, and his Demon Armor emitted creaking sounds under the radiation of Demonic Light, not because it was damaged but due to the interaction between Demonic Light and the surface Light Energy of the armor.
"Such Light Energy is indeed too strong; just the radiation alone activated the armor’s defense chanism." Li Xiu marveled inwardly, looking up at Lao Dao and his raised ghost-head blade, anticipating a world-shaking strike.
From Lao Dao’s posture, Li Xiu saw the montum of the depicted ghost-head blade image, a stance poised to decapitate all dominant heads, an unstoppable force for ages.
Splash!
Just as Li Xiu was preparing to undergo a spiritual cleansing and soul elevation, Lao Dao suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood. The Demonic Light and aura dissipated instantly, as if emptied.
The light patterns and the executioner-like apparition on his body vanished without a trace, and his bulging muscles deflated like a pricked balloon.
The ghost-head blade in his hand turned into purple smoke, scattering, leaving only a half-broken blade in monts.
"Cough cough... cough cough..." Lao Dao clutched his chest, bent over, coughing incessantly, with blood occasionally sprayed out, looking like a tuberculosis ghost near death, with none of the montum of decapitating the world’s champions earlier.
Li Xiu was dumbfounded, his open mouth remaining agape for a while, even the demonic spirit opposite him froze, unable to react for a mont, forgetting to attack.
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