The Ancestor Of The Demon Race

The figure on the rocky island trembled. As blood gushed out and new blood produced, his roars began to grow louder.

It was like shedding one's skin and bones; the pain was extreme.

It was not just his blood that was being replaced, but his bloodline as well.

With the transformation of his bloodline, his strength was also increasing. He quickly sensed an invisible barrier.

It was a barrier that countless experts could not cross.

There were many Divine realm experts, but almost none of them broke through to the Dao realm.

Being able to even touch this barrier was unbelievable.

As the black blood became denser, the invisible barrier began to thin.

"Hold on!"

"I have to hold on!"

The invisible barrier was getting thinner and thinner. It seemed that a light poke would break this thin barrier.

However, his face and body were twisted. He had reached the limit of his endurance.

A voice rang out in his ears.