Seth stared at his palms in wonder. He felt so much strength running through them, akin to a flood ripping through a dam.
Each second he remained in this state, the more his prowess grew. His stats didn't change, his essence pool — though being drained — remained dormant, not enhancing his body.
But somehow he felt that his punch could carry at least twice the strength possible for his stats.
By now his skin color had turned a deeper burning crimson. His figure was more robust and taller, already pushing toward two meters. He could feel the edges of his canines pricking his lips.
Save for the extra arms, he was the living embodiment of an Asura. Crimson flares mixed with a hint of purple poured out of him in waves.
Whoosh!
A pair of shadow-wreathed wings beat against the wind as the skull-headed Defiled flew through the air in a streak toward Seth.
Seth's pupils locked on the enemy from the edge of his vision. His large hands moved in a slow and deliberate manner.
