The azirai's body shuddered.
And then, in the blink of an eye, his chest was completely obliterated as swirling blood energy burst out from his back.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His severed arms, head, and finally the legs collapsed to the ground one after another.
The battlefield fell silent.
Only the glorious Heavenly Demon remained standing proudly amidst the ruins.
He gazed at the oppressive blood mana fading away from his hand and slipped into thought:
Perhaps if this body had practiced the Astral Tyrant Manual before the Mana Core Rank, then the Hand of Doom techniques would have been far more potent—
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt when suddenly his eyes turned bloodshot and widened. In the next heartbeat, he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
The Heavenly Demon's face turned pale, and he took long, heavy breaths. Accelerating his blood circulation and forcefully increasing the flow of oxygen throughout his body was beginning to do a number on him.
