Blood slid down the handle of the knife, filling the honeycomb-like decay with crimson fluid.
Hum!
The Sacrificial Bone Blade seemed activated, as countless black and purple lines surged out like tentacles, moving over his body.
A flash of madness crossed Shao Zifeng's eyes, and veins of purple-black snaked up his neck, extraordinarily stark against his pale face.
Wisps of black mist rose from his body and gathered above him into an indistinct demonic figure, which roared skywards.
Jingjing whimpered uneasily, somewhat afraid of the aura emanating from Shao Zifeng at the moment.
With his purple-black eyes, Shao Zifeng gazed at the demonic phantom under the cloudy sky, feeling an inexhaustible power surging within him.
He looked out over the mountains in the rain curtain, his lips slightly curved in a mad smile, "Now, you know where I am, right?"
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