"With my blood I sacrifice to the Divine Spirit, I commit my soul to hell, and my body to the devil!"
After Maharya spoke these words, a chilling gale suddenly rose between heaven and earth, bone-piercingly cold as if a knife were constantly scraping against one's bones.
All, including the powerhouses of Divines Hall, were stunned. Maharya at this moment did not resemble a Divine Spirit at all, but rather appeared as a demon incarnate!
Ye Ling sneered, this guy really did stake his life. All that rubbish about committing to hell and to the devil, wasn't it just selling his soul and life to the devil in exchange for temporarily borrowing great power?
Once the time passed, this guy would undoubtedly die on the spot, that was what making a deal with the devil meant.
Boom boom, Maharya's cultivation surged wildly, and the originally withered vitality and Divine Power within him were crazily recovering.