Bab 730: 384 Satire Destruction (4000)_1

Taking a deep breath, Casio focused his attention on himself.

He sat cross-legged, gradually adjusting his state. When he thought he was ready, he began to operate the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist and Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist. His Qi surged tumultuously within his body and seeped out through his pores.

At this time, Casio was like a fully soaked booth being roasted by flames. The turbulent steam enveloped him, making him resemble a boiling kettle.

He slowly raised both his arms, parallel to the ground, and extended forward. The Deathfang Power spread rapidly within his body, reaching his right palm instantly. A scarlet, illusory light, giving off a strong sense of danger, flickered intermittently.

In contrast, Casio's left palm was softly clenched, with a deep purple airflow winding between his fingers, resembling a miniature python.

The Platinum Stigmata, representing the blood of creatures, instantly radiated a scorching light.