Long Ao's Demonic Qi was several times more intense than before, like the surging and rolling waves of the Demon Sea, so much so that even Long Ao's originally grayish-white hair turned luxuriant and pitch-black, making him seem decades younger at once.
Positioned at the center of the Demon Sea, Long Ao's waist-length black hair danced without wind, as if a Supreme Evil Demon had come into existence.
Long Ao's hands transformed into claws, and as he held up his hands, covered in black Demon Patterns, in front of himself, his fingernails had also turned pitch-black, each as long as a finger and resembling sharp black daggers.
Feeling the birth of immense power within, Long Ao laughed maniacally, "Haha! Power, this is the true feeling of power!"
"This power! Demon Clan?" Watching the demonized Long Ao in front of him, Shi Feng's expression grew stern, his brow slightly furrowed. He had seen the now-extinct Demon Clan in ancient texts.
