The light grew dense and sticky to the extreme.
It even began to emit a faint golden aura.
"Huh... ugh—!"
From within the blood cocoon, an inhuman cry of pain suddenly echoed.
It also carried an extreme joy of transformation, breaking free from the cocoon.
Under Fang Qingyu's starry gaze, the violently writhing blood cocoon suddenly contracted inward.
As if all the light were forcibly compressed.
The next second—
Boom!!!
The blood cocoon exploded outward like a supernova.
The sticky blood light shot out like millions of blood arrows in all directions, illuminating the entire hall in a shade of red gold.
A figure slowly emerged from the center of the exploding blood light.
The old and withered skin, like discarded snake skin.
Turned to ashes in the explosive shockwave.
In its place was a youthful body.
Appearing to be no more than twenty, with a tall and well-proportioned physique.
