Yuan Zhen floated ominously above the battlefield, his presence overwhelming as his eyes glowed white, as if two miniature suns had formed within his sockets.
Lassim's breath caught in his throat as he saw the Sun Sect Master's form begin to shift.
Now that the solar beam attack had dispersed, he could see how what was a regal figure draped in golden robes was now warping.
His body twisting and bulging with abyssal energy. His skin darkened to a sickly, corrupted gold hue, cracks forming along his arms and chest where the abyssal power seeped through.
The red glow of abyssal energy laced through his sunfire aura, turning it into a twisted, hellish version of its former glory.
