The young man with a ponytail hovered expressionlessly in mid-air, his eyes coldly staring at a certain position where an energy explosion had occurred, while the earth-colored Primordial Spirit Body reformed behind him, and the two distorted rune golden swords returned to his hands.
When all was quiet again, upon seeing the figure as calm as ever, the young man with a ponytail furrowed his brow slightly, and a glimmer of surprise finally appeared in his eyes.
"Is this the legendary Nine-star Primordial Spirit..."
He muttered to himself, then crossed the twin swords to form a brand new two-handed longsword. Meanwhile, two lightning-shaped black lines beneath his eyes began to spread and wriggle.
Odd black runes emerged on the surface of his skin one after another.
Below, the earth began to tremble slightly...
"The Bloodline Power of the White Witch King...?"
