It was as if an ancient, malevolent thought had been awakened. It fell from a certain spot from high above. The purple Devil Form, with eyes of fire and black teeth, seemed to be turning tangible as it corrupted its surroundings.
Dark Broadsword's Space Ring flew toward that thing, returning itself including every item inside it to its origin, becoming its 'flesh' and 'blood'.
In the blink of an eye, the Devil Form took on a visibly tangible form. It interweaved with the Dharma and Logos, and corrupted heaven and earth with its degradation, demonstrating a devilish profoundness. Its might could nearly rival that of a Dharma Form that had crossed the first step of the Celestial Ladder.
This was Dark Broadsword's Vital Spirit that he formed by burning his Blood Essence and sacrificing his items and lifespan – the ultimate skill of the Mark of the Devil that had fallen into oblivion!
