Muria stood on the main street, and the commoners passing by all went out of their way to avoid him; Muria knew they were fearing him because, without even looking, he knew what he had become.
Black Qi wreathed around him, flames enveloping his body, making him look like a demon child who could cause immense destruction at any moment, but in fact, Muria was very calm.
His current posture was not the result of his subjective will but caused by external factors.
And the power boiling within him, leading to uncontrollable changes in his form, was something Muria had faced many times before, so he was quite familiar with this feeling.
Before today, the only thing that could make his power so lively and enter an excited state was the Royal Blood Crystal. But now, Muria had discovered another.