Xu Zimei looked up, staring at the statue.
It seemed as though it was about to come alive, meeting Xu Zimei's gaze.
The statue hovered high above the flames, towering and gazing down at everything.
Beneath the statue lay a black pool saturated with Demonic Qi.
Xu Zimei speculated that this must be the Demonic Transformation Pool Meng Yu had mentioned.
Thick Demonic Qi mingled with the power of beasts, spreading outward from the pool.
The Demonic Qi condensed into a liquid, carrying faint traces of blood red amidst the darkness.
The bull's horn trembled violently at this place.
Strands of Demonic Qi continuously curled around in mid-air.
Xu Zimei spread his arms open, Demonic Qi roiling in his right hand, vast and fiery in the raging flames.
With a downward strike of his right hand, endless Demonic Qi surged into the pool.
A thunderous boom echoed as the immense pool churned violently.
The sound of boiling flames and bubbling Demonic Qi reverberated.
