At this moment inside the ring, the Endless Demon Lord had transformed into an extremely transparent, pure liquid.
From a distance, it looked like a clear tear-drop suspended in the ring.
Wei Cheng swore, he had never seen water so pure.
Yes, it was water, not a liquid formed from the liquefaction of spiritual energy. Although that kind of Spiritual Liquid was already amazing enough, when compared with this droplet of water now, it was like an amateur faced with a master, not at all on par.
It was too magical, too perfect, and utterly shocking.
In the past, Wei Cheng had always thought of alien demons as the epitome of all negative adjectives like dirty, ugly, evil, weird, and chaotic. But he never imagined that the first form of this Endless Demon Lord could be so pure and beautiful.
The most beautiful was always the simplest.
The more colorful it was, the more garish.
However, despite being in awe, Wei Cheng quietly backed away a full ten thousand kilometers.
