It was as if in the blink of an eye, Master Sang had become another person… No, to be precise, another Blood Rakshasa.
This was much stronger than the half-baked Blood Asura who had only relied on sucking a little of the Rakshasa King's blood to advance. His nails turned black, and his forehead and lips began to turn greenish-black bit by bit. The veins on his forehead bulged, and even his body swelled rapidly because he had endured a huge internal energy.
The expressions of the experts present changed. They did not understand what was going on. Why did Master Sang become a Blood Rakshasa under the beating of Little Rakshasa?
Little Rakshasa matched his fingers and seemed to be suspecting that he had beaten him to this state.
"Ah—" The process of becoming a Blood Rakshasa was not easy. Master Sang let out a miserable scream.
Little Rakshasa lay on Yan Jiuchao's back, his little hand covering his eyes.
