Demon God's Body.
The tangible gray mist grows fainter and fainter, countless blood-red starry eyes flickering, while bone, claws, tentacles, and other mutant things quietly fade away.
Chu Yi's mind is unclear.
His profound robe has long been torn by the dragon claws and dragon teeth protruding from flesh and blood, his long hair in disarray, crazily being pulled, slithering like a live snake, writhing like a living creature.
Torn from his path of destiny, after consuming the Dragon's Nine Offspring, he was entangled by countless bizarre forces, attempting to taint the Human King Body with immortal destiny, transform it into a dragon progeny, and usurp the flesh.
His back burns hot, with spine wrenched out, a blood-colored dragon flying away. Under the pressure of a higher echelon, various dragon progeny transformations stall, with mutant things like wings, scales, claws slipping down, burned by the fire of the Candle Dragon.
"Jie jie jie... truly delicious."
