Chapter 592 - 295: Instant Red Lotus_2
"Hum—" A ring of invisible halo burst from the huge pupils of Little Evil, erasing a bunch of approaching vengeful spirits off the scene.
Even more powerful wraith entities have appeared, carrying among the skeletons and zombies. Some looming over five meters, with pitch-black gigantic skeletons, were racing forward. Their bodies were even able to resist the corrosion of the rain. To quicken their pace, they would even swing their bone sabers to chop up the wraith entities blocking their way.
The low-level magic of Long Dangdang almost had no effect on them. They relied on the toughness of their bodies to resist and force-pressed forward.
The earth-yellow light was flickering under Long Dangdang’s feet, and the wall of the hole began to change under his earth element control. Rocks protruded outward, making climbing difficult. As wraith entities began to draw near, stone spikes would abruptly jut out from the mountains, knocking these wraith entities down. For those wraith entities capable of flying, they would be greeted with "Forbidden Sky Dragon Chant" by Little Eight.
The wraith entities in the distance increased in their numbers, but for the moment, Long Dangdang’s side was still able to hold up.
Inside the cave, the purple-gold halo on Long Kongkong was continuously flashing. After arriving here, his body started to absorb a peculiar kind of energy in the air.
Long Kongkong also knew that he was teleported to another place. He didn’t understand why he was teleported, but he had already finished the assessment of the "Divine Prayers Small Tree Spirit Furnace". What he now felt was a strange mutation happening in his body. It was his first time so clearly and for such a long time feeling the power of the purple-gold bloodline. This bloodline energy was continuously changing in his body, blending with his bones, meridians, and even the mental spirit ocean. It was like his body was undergoing a strange fusion with this power. What pained him the most was that, during this fusion process, his heart was constantly generating various negative emotions—hatred, intense pain, insanity, destruction, slaughter. Waves of negative emotions were surging, as if everything around him wanted to annihilate.
Fortunately, there seemed to be a warm force nourishing him from his chest, which enabled him to always stick to his true heart while enduring these pains. In his consciousness, there was always a golden silhouette comforting his heart and suppressing all those negative emotions. Sometimes the golden silhouette would be the Small Tree, and sometimes it seemed to overlap with Hep Benn’s silhouette.
No matter what kind of negative emotions he felt, as long as he thought of them, he could still maintain his firmness in his heart. His current physical state was continually undergoing transformation.