In silence, Xue Jing's body ignited with Dark Flame, burning fiercely. The flames danced in the air, engulfing his entire being.
"With the same consumption, the output of Shadow Flame has increased by about one third,"
At a thought from Xue Jing, the burning Dark Flame suddenly ceased, transforming fluidly over his body into a black membrane that enveloped him completely, like donning a suit of pitch-black armor.
"It's much easier to manipulate now, and the membrane is very stable, showing no signs of losing control,"
Xue Jing nodded in satisfaction.
He snapped his fingers, and the black membrane instantly transformed back into Dark Flame, detaching from his body and roaring forward.
A spiral of dark flames, several meters in diameter, tore through everything in its path, plowing a deep trench through the grass. The edges were smooth, not at all like they were burned, but rather as if gouged by the mouth of a beast with sharp fangs.
