Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1639 - 522: Ultimate Evolution (Part 1)

Chapter 1639: Chapter 522: Ultimate Evolution (Part 1)

The unparalleled spectacle before their eyes made the minds of the three Witch Kings, already muddled by chaos, simultaneously recall a famous ancient saying: "When he appears, the whole world loses its luster."

This saying originated from the Aegean Continent and was originally used to describe the greatness of Emperor Polo.

Since the Ten-Thousand-Year Holy War, the Demon Clan has been deeply influenced by Aegean culture, and this saying is widely spread in the Demon World.

At this moment, only this saying could describe Liu Zhenhan.

With each immersion of his body in the dark elemental light wave chain, the elemental tide filling the entire space surged violently, like wild waves crashing against the sky.

The drastic transformation of this Elemental Power made every Arcane user feel as small and weak as facing a colossal pillar reaching the skies.

With each flash of the silver cross star in Liu Zhenhan’s eyes, the black clouds churned and gathered above the underground Brunei City, growing heavier and thicker.

The dazzling light reflected by the high Flame Tower could not penetrate these dense turbid clouds. The black cloud layer spread across the sky like heavy lead blocks, rotating and occupying the space above the entire temple with overwhelming momentum crashing down upon everything.

Whirlpools and gusts of wind, carrying fierce devastation, swept away all that lay under their power.

The rumbling thunder sounded like ancient divine war drums, pounding across the sky and shaking the city, blurring all vision.

This scene shouldn’t exist at all!

Brunei City was hollowed out from a mountain, with a total height of no more than a hundred meters. How could there be clouds and thunder in such a closed space?

No Demon Clan member could spare a thought to wonder why; the increasingly violent winds swept like dust storms of the desert, swirling debris chaotically through the sky, plunging the entire city into the ghostly wails of impending doom.

Even the massive bone columns in the temple hallway creaked and trembled under the northern wind’s assault. The burly, powerful bodies of the Winged Knights constantly flashed with dazzling Arcane halos as they showed their true abilities to protect their respective lord and retreat into the temple.

Liu Zhenhan, with eyes bursting with Silver Radiance, at this moment looked like a beast out of mythology. The fierce cyclones spinning past him instantly turned gentle, like a lover’s breath.

Like an unyielding banner, his purple Mohican long hair flew wildly in the fierce winds along the corridor of the sacred Magic Dream Goddess Temple.

Under the dim light stretching across the horizon, this towering figure left his silhouette against the skyline.

All the Peacock Saintesses, led by the divine messenger Hai Hua Si Diao Chan, lay prostrate behind Liu Zhenhan with tears in their eyes, loudly praising the divine grace and all things.

The mermaid Wei Zhi might be the most clear-headed, but she could only stand foolishly behind Liu Zhenhan, gaping at everything happening in front of her.

Every event since she set foot on land had been so mysterious; recalling everything felt like dreaming, and today’s event seemed even more so like a myth.

With the final deep black elemental light wave chain tightening around Liu Zhenhan, a horrifying scene that made Wei Zhi scream unfolded!

Suddenly, every pore and inch of Liu Zhenhan’s skin began to spray with red blood. At this moment, his body resembled a water sack pierced densely by thousands of sewing needles, the gushing blood thick and vigorous, leisurely condensing into fine, long blood lines in the air, like a motionless landscape painting.

In a blink, Old Liu had turned into a loom full of red silk threads.

Like a swarm of bees returning home or a rain of arrows piercing the heart, these red silk threads vigorously shook and, with maximum penetrating posture, fiercely shot into the bodies of the two Blood Servants.

These blood lines weren’t actually blood; they were pure Blood Magic Power, so refined that externally indistinguishable from real blood.

The mountains and rivers changed colors; the winds and clouds moved turbulently.

A Silver Radiance, more dazzling than sunlight, suddenly enveloped everything. The brilliance of that moment overshadowed even the light from the Flame Tower, leaving only silver tracks in the world.

Everyone shielded their eyes with their hands.

The Silver Radiance swept across the earth and sky, perhaps lasting just a moment, or maybe enduring for a thousand years or ten thousand years.

In the eyes of the magic clansmen, drenched in cold sweat and struck dumb, the world seemed to return to its original form, yet their minds and thoughts remained trapped in a chaotic realm.

A Five-Clawed Azure Dragon covered in bloody scales and furious whiskers, along with a bright and luminous tiger, manifested their presence in the void beside Liu Zhenhan.

Both the dragon and tiger appeared miniature, no taller than a grown man, but exuded tremendous presence.

This Blood-colored Azure Dragon differed from any dragon of the Aegean lineage; it had no wings, nor an enormous cumbersome body.

Its streamlined slender form exuded fierce strength, while delicate, crimson dragon scales and elegantly coiled dragon horns exhibited an innate majesty. Two kite-like long whiskers and five glowing sharp claws sent waves of regal pride across its entirety.

The tiger, too, differed from any Aegean lineage tiger, appearing chillingly imposing at first sight. Moonlight-flowing silver constructed its body, with sharp fang-like howls giving rise to indifferent roaring pines and clear spring splashes. It occasionally gazed back as if ever ready to hunt.

Though small, both the dragon and tiger bore exceptionally ruthless and fierce gazes; whether it was the bloody dragon eye or the wide-eyed silver tiger eye, both ceaselessly poured out fierce and bloodthirsty murderous glows—a storm-disturbing combative aura.

In the dusk-quadranted dim light, this dragon and tiger displayed poignant, heroic grandeur with unrivaled fierce power, awe-inspiring every viewer’s soul.

Countless swirling natural elements surrounded Liu Zhenhan, the flashes of vibrant colors compelling countless eyes to tear with agony. Guided by a mysterious force, Old Liu soared like a kite, breezing through the temple corridor, and hovered silently like a luminous sphere over the vast city below.

"Ka-cha!"

A thunderous explosion erupted, sending a silver chain lightning from the thick overcast clouds down, striking Liu Zhenhan’s crown!

This Lightning Chain was pathetically thin, akin only to the diameter of twine, yet its aura was devastatingly terrifying and shocking!

Before it, all things seemed to face a singular path towards annihilation!

"Ka-ka-cha-cha~!"

"Crack crackle~!"

There was no pause, as nine strands of Lightning Chains thin as hair, filled with flashing silver light, brewed from the deep black clouds and smashed onto Liu Shake’s head with the fiercest posture!

The powerful static reaction spread through the air, making everyone’s hair stand straight like blow-dried sticks, pointing diagonally toward Liu the official in the sky.

Eyeballs bounced everywhere!

"How is this possible?" Every member of the Demon Clan present rubbed their eyes desperately at this sight.

Since when did the Demon World have lightning? From ancient times to now, the Demon World has only had dry thunder, no real lightning!

Although these lightning strikes are very thin, they are lightning after all!

All the brilliant lights turned to calm skies and gentle breezes after the Lightning Chain disappeared.

The vast black clouds seemed vaporized, dissipating into nothingness in an instant, and the sky returned to its original appearance. The Flame Towers around the city once again spread light across the world.

Liu Shake’s Mohican hair gathered into a skyward braid, pointing toward the heavens.

His ragged clothes revealed solid muscles everywhere, covered in charred strips and ragged holes, fluttering like a star-spangled banner in the sky.

A pair of wings as dazzling as the starry river and as deep as the night sky appeared on his back.

These wings spanned three meters, each feather seemingly made of the brightest stars and the pitch-black night.

With every flap of the wings, the feathers rippled with a transparent and illusory sheen like the finest crystal glaze.

On the crystal-clear wings gathered countless stars forming a galaxy, leaping bright in waves, casting the galaxy’s shadow on the ground.

In front of these wings, the whole world seemed to lose its original color.

The rough appearance comparable to a coal miner combined with dream-like mysterious beauty, ridiculous yet mighty, composed Old Liu’s current image.

Layers of golden ripples shimmered over his body.

Countless petals broke free from the mud, rising in suspension, swirling around his body; ethereal sweet smiles and blessings, like dreamlike camel bells, wafted through the sky and earth, string by string, wisp by wisp.

A dragon and a tiger, in addition to a nude beauty with silver skin, hovered beside him like the most loyal subjects.

In the face of such an awe-inspiring scene, Wei Zhi was mesmerized.

In the face of such an awe-inspiring scene, Jiabao was mesmerized.

In the face of such an awe-inspiring scene, Diao Chan was mesmerized.

"Sylph, welcome to the civilized world." Liu Shake unfurled his night-sky deep black wings, flying in front of the luxurious carriage drawn by two Nightmare horses, spreading the starry reflection before the solemn temple.

The owner of those Bohemian tassel boots, the dream chaser he had only seen in dreams, that fresh and flawless face, those eyes that could see through the soul, once isolated by the gain of mental power, reappeared before Liu Shake.

Crescent-shaped dark eyebrows, like the shape of a crescent moon, smiled.

All the Demon Clan members crowded at the temple gate, each with a deep, ancient well-like mouth, appearing to fall into eternal petrification.

"Nai’aozu be praised... it’s truly... a humanoid Nightmare!" The Witch King Gabe gasped deeply, a fusion of late-stage asthma and a tattered bellows.

"This could elevate our overall power by a whole tier..." His Majesty Paul Newman’s face was filled with blankness; in this fleeting moment, the Witch King seemed to age twenty years.

"The age of Elemental Tide has arrived." Queen Jiabao, overjoyed, extended her graceful fingers, picking a radiant Netherworld Fire bud out of the air.

The resonating roars of Arcane Beasts drew the Demon Clan’s paused thoughts back to reality, and as one bone-linked treasure box after another approached their ears, the entire space-time fell into suffocation once more.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

One after another, bone-linked treasure boxes slipped from their fingers, falling to the ground, bouncing open.

Panic-stricken expressions reappeared on the faces of the Demon Clan ministers.

"What on earth happened?" The three Witch Kings simultaneously shouted urgently at their subordinates.

"Space-Time Rift... is now completely opened..."

"Damn it!" Liu Shake, hearing this, lost his composure and, forgetting to use mental power, blurted out a curse.

Pinned to his lapel was the "Perfumed Hyacinth," with its "synchronized sound" function reverberating this loud curse around every Demon Clan member’s ears.

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