The sword embryo’s throbbing felt like an endlessly beating heart.
The complex pattern of blood traces was rapidly shifting over Ai Hui’s entire body like a swarm of poisonous ants. Large quantities of blood poison were transforming Ai Hui’s body from within, and a faintly sweet scent wafted from his body.
A violent, murderous power was steadily produced by his blood-transformed body.
Blood traces from all over his body began to compress, aggregating towards the space between his eyebrows. They became sleeker and more elegant, with increasing activity. As they surrounded a blank space between his brows, they took on the shape of diminutive flames.
The blood traces seeped towards his brow, appearing as a thin, crimson layer on Ai Hui’s skin. The sweet scent became thicker.
As if covered by a thick bloody paste, the sword embryo’s activity slowed.
An unceasing torrent of blood poison flowed more furiously from within the tree roots.
