After fully repairing his injuries, Jian Wushuang's spiritual consciousness returned, and his true form descended.
He slowly opened his eyes. Within the deep golden irises, a hint of crimson remained, exuding an evil aura.
Ever since breaking through the fifth level, that pressure returned once more. However, his powerful mental strength continued to suppress the malevolent energy relentlessly.
Standing up, Jian Wushuang clenched his fists, and a faint bow formed in his body. The red mark on his forehead began to glow.
The third eye, the Eye of the Candle Dragon, erupted completely, operating at its limit.
"Beast God!"
Jian Wushuang roared lowly. The ground beneath his feet became smooth, instantly boiling as a massive disc appeared.
Above it was marked the totem of the Candle Dragon.
Roar!