Enveloped within a barrier congealed from thick demonic elemental power, Pang Jian silently emerged with his eyes closed.
His expression was serene, as if completely unaware that he was immersed in a deep sea of magic power.
With one hand holding the scabbard and the other clutching the black and golden longsword, he was in a state of meditation, comprehending the profound mysteries of the Tao.
His body, like an abyssal black hole, absorbed the "seawater" from the deep sea of magic power.
That magic elemental power, unbearable for humans and only refinable to the bone and blood by warriors of the Demon Clan like the Devil Scale Tribe, was being insanely attracted and pulled by him.
The fluctuations emanating from him surged like tidal waves of magic power.
"This is falling into the Demon Tao, willingly becoming a demon," sighed Dong Shangqing from the Ancient Law Sect.
