"Can you really withstand the Power of the Ancestor?"
Jerry seemed to have regained his confidence.
The phantom he had summoned, however, seemed unable to coalesce into a solid form.
Wave after wave of a sinister aura rippled out in all directions.
The surrounding trees, flowers, and grass withered rapidly, completely unable to withstand the erosion of this sinister aura.
It was just like when Xiao Cangqing had faced him.
Upon sensing the extent of Chu He's strength, Jerry also began to use his Bloodline Power without reservation,
summoning the Power of the Ancestor to empower his body.
This act, however, would take a toll on Jerry's body.
After this battle, Jerry would need the blood of at least tens of thousands of pure young women
to replenish the Bloodline Power he had lost.
To Jerry, however, this was a trivial price to pay.
Jerry's hands began to transform, turning into a pair of ugly and nauseating bat wings made of withered black flesh.
