Zhao Honglie's path to becoming a true powerhouse had only just begun to take shape; he absolutely could not afford to falter now.
Zhao Honglie felt the excruciating pain surging through his body. His expression grew increasingly twisted as he suppressed a deep growl from his throat: "You? Just a drop of Demon General Essence Blood, and you dare try to seize my body? Dream on! Suppress!"
Zhao Honglie's eyes turned pitch-black like ink, and dense clusters of black markings appeared on his face, their edges faintly shimmering with a golden light.
The floating runes in the air immediately returned to Zhao Honglie, wrapping him in layers of intense Demonic Qi, as though forming a massive black cocoon around him.
The runes and markings emanated an aura of noble supremacy.
Under the weight of this aura, the previously raging and aggressive Demon General Essence Blood immediately became much calmer, its offensive nature retracting as a hint of fear emerged.
