"Hiss—"
The silver-haired man, heavily injured by Lu Yuan, gradually calmed down from his disheveled state.
With calm eyes, he gazed at Lu Yuan and took a deep breath.
Soon, strands of blood mist emanated from the surface of his skin.
Under the enhancement of this blood mist, the silver-haired man's body rapidly expanded.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
His body soared higher, the originally slender and well-proportioned physique becoming robust, muscles bulging like steel boulders.
His blood-stained silver hair fluttered without wind, and the diamond mask on his face silently slid off, revealing a face with bulging veins, slightly hideous.
"@#%...&*"
The silver-haired man uttered unknown ancient syllables, his tone fanatical and filled with reverence.
His body began to glow faintly.
In an instant, with the island they stood upon as the center, a mysterious force seemed to be mobilized across the entire Mosa Islands.
"No, don't!—"
