Dragon Tiger Mountain, Enlightened Peak.
On this day, the peak quaked, boulders tumbled down, and the lush greenery started to wither, a strange aura entrenched at the mouth of Enlightened Peak.
In the depths of the Ancient Cave, the oil lamp fueled by black blood burned brightly, tendrils of black gas slithered into Qi Hao's mouth and nose like spirit snakes.
After seven days of refinement, he had changed beyond recognition, a rune seemed to be emerging on his forehead, barely visible, his pitch-black eyes filled with violence and chaos.
The heavy chains clinked, making "bang bang" sounds, and the runes on the shackles were tainted by the black gas.
"Lv Xianyang, is this state normal?" Wang Dongxuan's expression was slightly tense.
Qi Hao's aura grew stronger and more turbulent, as if emanating from an abyss, filled with deep malice, which even Wang Dongxuan found disquieting.