In the previous battle, even as Tajadon repeatedly suffered heavy blows at the hands of Su Heng, he still exuded a sense of confidence, as if by taking on this form, he had already assured himself of the ultimate victory.
But now, such illusions have been shattered.
He screams in horror, bellowing loudly, desperately struggling to stop it.
"Get lost, you monster! This is not for you to touch, leave my body at once, I could spare your life, there's no need for us to fight to the death."
At the same time.
As Tajadon struggles, the void in front of Su Heng also begins to distort.
Enormous crimson whirlpools appear before his eyes, like the eyes of an Evil God, as masses of Demons pour forth.
Subsequently, a strong rancid fragrance fills the air as inexhaustible tendrils grow, with python-thick roots covered in sharp thorns.
Like a darkly inked curtain, layer upon layer wraps towards Su Heng.
