John stared grimly at the Yang-Sovereign, who was now completely enveloped by a translucent lotus made of pure Yang Qi, his body enshrouded within. The nine petals of the lotus moved independently of one another, like nine limbs of destruction.
While the Yang-Sovereign had called the art a 'transformation,' John could tell it was not a true body transformation art. It was more akin to an essence art, one quite similar to the Astral Emperor's astral form. It was a form made entirely of Qi, so strong that it was almost like a body cultivator had embraced the Yang-Sovereign within, their powers working in unison to form the ultimate fighting form.
The nine yang petals writhed like tentacles, slapping the air around the Yang-Sovereign. A blast of air strong enough to destroy weaker cultivators boomed out from each movement of the petals, like a primordial beast was trying to destroy everything around it.
