And he could achieve it in one go by "borrowing," then desperately replenish to recover.
The Qi and blood surged, filling into the outline of the "deer-helmeted pig-riding man."
As the filling progressed, and as the demonic form gradually became complete, voices not belonging to his memory emerged one after another.
Sword light and shadow, shields and spears thundering, glaciers crumbling, seas of fire overwhelming the sky, raging beasts galloping, furious shouts of killing, countless chaotic sounds suddenly flooded into his mind.
These sounds made him feel both angry and tragically heroic.
He felt like he was about to die in battle.
It was a sense of destiny.
But he was unwilling.
This unwillingness and anger gradually filled Li Xuan's heart, then rose higher and higher, boiling.
It was as if the "deer-helmeted pig-riding man" at some moment in his spirit world connected with this moment's Li Xuan through this scene and was gradually merging.
