However.
In the next moment.
Suddenly.
"Master, I, Ke Wuxin, can be defeated, but I will definitely not be defeated by Su Chen! Definitely not!" Ke Wuxin suddenly said quietly—yes, quietly—the expression on his face filled with an eerie calm, but in his eyes, there was a kind of madness that had lost all reason.
"Wuxin..." Fu Qianjiu instinctively had a bad premonition and was about to say something.
Abruptly.
"Supreme Dark Heaven, I, Ke Wuxin, wish to enter the Dark Demon Path, seeking supreme strength from the heavens!" Ke Wuxin spoke with a devout expression.
As soon as Ke Wuxin spoke, a strange, hair-raising scene appeared...
Just see.
The blood that covered Ke Wuxin's entire body began to boil, squirm, with layers of blood-red ripples undulating, like a gentle breeze brushing over the lake surface.
And those red colors visibly turned black.
Not only that, Ke Wuxin's hair quickly turned white, pure white.
