The withered corpse wasn't really corporeal.
Even the monk's robe was formed by spirits.
The monk before Qi Yuan was in fact the embodiment of Heart Demons.
Each attack of his stirred the Gate of Demons, or rather innumerable Heart Demons from the countless Gates of All Things, gnawing and tearing at Qi Yuan.
"You're just like me, harboring extreme evil in this world."
"Greed, arrogance, lust...Every sin is sinking into euphoria with me!"
Qi Yuan's body was overflowing with blood energy; his crimson robe billowed without a breeze.
A broken sword emerged from his hand.
A malicious aura was hanging over the blade of the sword.
After slaying many demons, Qi Yuan's wicked energy had reached its peak.
"Sinking?" Qi Yuan's brutal temperament was even stronger than these hundreds of thousands of demons, he seemed like a huge demon boss, "A bunch of experience pack, still want to drag me into it!"
The blood-colored longsword in his hand was formed by the sinful energy.