Shi Hao...
Or rather, that terrifying construct parasitized by the Divine Bone.
After the black liquid swamp was completely devoured by the black sphere in the sky that was like an entrance to the Abyss, it fell into a brief daze.
As if it had lost the source of its Power.
Only that shell covered in writhing black armor was left, hovering above the vast, empty crater.
The facial holes oozing liquid spun madly.
Carrying a trace of weakness and confusion.
Fang Qingyu hovered in the air above the edge of the crater.
This was his first attempt at the ultimate three-Profession fusion.
Shenxiao's blazing Heavenly Might was assimilated and amplified by the Dark, the Martial Saint's fierce Qi Blood was steeped and sublimated by the Dark.
Three entirely different Power systems that should have been mutually repulsive.
At this moment, inside Fang Qingyu they had reached a never-before-seen, unimaginable perfect balance and fusion.
