"What a sweet hatred..." The monster extended its crimson tongue, savoring as it licked its fingertips.
"Since this seat gained intelligence from that Netherworld Forbidden Ground, never have I tasted such pure hatred in all these years..."
Zhou Qing's heart sank.
As he anticipated, the monster was no longer its original existence but a state akin to the Old Peng King, a corpse transformed into spirit.
At this moment, the aura emanating from it far exceeded that of an ordinary Divinity Transformation Perfection, almost infinitely nearing the Spirit Severing Realm.
"But being so strong, why would it host within Xuanyuan Yichen of early Divinity Transformation?" Zhou Qing secretly pondered.
"What kind of limitation is it under, or does it have other plans? Just what transaction did they make?"
Wu Zhenyue stood to the side, dumbfounded, completely unable to grasp what was happening.
How did the Seventh Prince become this way?
Where did this monster come from?
