Green and purple streams of power intertwined, starting from Mo Qi's thighs and coiling upwards like dragons.
Using his spine as a trunk, they sent out offshoots toward his internal organs, ribs, and arms, connecting everything into a single network.
From a distance, a faint, wood-colored halo emerged on the surface of Mo Qi's body, making him resemble a towering, unshakeable tree.
It was a perfect fusion of power and presence!
"Hah!"
Mo Qi let out a low cry as his black hair fell loose around him, and he spread his arms wide.
His left hand was as green as jade, his right a demonic purple-black. Life and destruction—two completely different auras, each occupying one half of his body, distinctly separate.
Seeing this, the Pig Emperor shot away from Mo Qi's shoulder as if its tail were on fire.
"Has Mo the kid lost his mind?! To think he's fusing two mutually repulsive powers! Isn't he afraid of blowing himself to smithereens?!"
