Suddenly, the sky churned as thick and seemingly endless Evil Qi billowed from Zhu Rong's body.
Taiyi's expression shifted subtly as he observed the blood-red Evil Qi around Zhu Rong that amassed unimaginable murderous intent. For the first time, a grave look crossed his face.
"Roar!"
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, that blood-red Evil Qi transformed into thirty or forty savage Fierce Beasts clad in fierce blood armor. The Fierce Beasts howled, their steely hooves shattering the Cangqiong, charging relentlessly towards Taiyi.
Zhu Rong closely followed the Fierce Beasts, his body ablaze with flames that turned green, as his eyes shot out inches of Blood Radiance. "Clang!"
Taiyi, as if possessed, struck the Chaos Bell frantically. The relief sculptures on the Chaos Bell seemed to come to life, with mountains and rivers materializing over Taiyi's head, their powerful and majestic presence seemingly lowering the Qingtian a notch.
"Clang!"