"Pfft!"
The Asura retreated violently, spitting out fresh blood.
His blood-red eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance.
Immediately after.
The Asura took out a jade bottle filled with black blood from his bosom.
He carefully dropped a drop from it and consumed it.
"Boom!"
When the black blood entered the Asura's mouth.
His entire aura surged insanely, even stronger than his peak period.
The Netherworld Power around the Asura continuously surged wildly, the entire Netherworld River appeared in the void, even larger and clearer, as if emerging directly from the Nine Nether Purgatory.
The Asura's hair grew directly from his shoulders to his waist, each strand shining with luster, unlike the dry and lusterless hair from before.
The skin on his face, previously lifelessly pale, now carried a hint of rosiness, with boiling qi-blood that completely covered his deathly aura.
"How did he become stronger again?"
Zhuangzhuang and the others exclaimed in surprise.
What is this?
