"Formless..."
The proud and dignified King of Ancient Brent whispered these two words.
His slender forefinger gently traced over his gradually healing wound, as if savoring the lingering echoes of the move used against him.
"The Predecessor of Hundred Styles."
Black wings spread behind Lu Yuan, a faint aura of Death Qi surrounding him as he fully returned to his normal state.
But within his eyes, a faint golden hue still lingered, not yet fully faded, submerging him in a wondrous state beyond words.
Formless, the Predecessor of Hundred Styles.
Lu Yuan was under the pressure of the [Demon] form's countdown, combined with the full combat awareness of his Lv. 3 [Unconquerable Instinct] and the synergistic state triggered by Lv. 2 [Flash of Insight].
His thinking and understanding reached an unprecedented peak.
