"My Lord, rise!"
In an instant, countless lights of spirituality transformed into a bizarre tide of blood, pouring down from the vortex of stars and infusing into Hippomenes' body.
Under the blood-red infiltration, a dense array of blood-colored luminescent patterns emerged on Hippomenes, and black scales spread across his skin.
Meanwhile, the surrounding air gradually became incredibly viscous; the vast astrolabe suspended in the sky descended to the ground, and as it turned, it seemed to tear the earth asunder, and an intense deathly aura, cold as water, erupted crazily from the chasms of the Abyss, spewing fountains several meters high.
As people looked on, red and black mists surged from various parts of Arcadia City, and the thick blood-red fog spread, distorting and writhing the air, altering the scenery before their eyes.