In mid-air, Chen Luo, clad in black leather armor, felt the power coursing through his body, gaining a new understanding of his recently acquired skills.
The racial foundation-level skill had modified Chen Luo's system panel. Now, with all physical attributes unified into qi and blood, his body underwent an extremely peculiar transformation.
His body retained its original physical form. As Chen Luo, who had personally experienced the entire process of bodily reconstruction, he even remembered the composition of every single cell.
His heart beat ceaselessly, and with each powerful throb, bright red blood was propelled throughout his body by an immense force.
At first glance, Chen Luo's current physique appeared identical to that of an ordinary human.
But only Chen Luo knew that once qi and blood became the sole metric for measuring his physique, his body, which he had always considered his weakest point, had become his strongest weapon.
Every fiber of his flesh and blood was both an entity and the embodiment of highly concentrated qi and blood energy.
In a sense, this body, condensed from qi and blood energy, had truly transcended the mortal realm.
*Hum!*
The black aura, previously dispersed by the self-detonation, seemed to awaken as if stimulated, surging with incredible speed.
Chen Luo was drawn by the anomaly and looked up.
He saw the Great Lich, which he had punched away, glaring at him from the system-sealed ceiling.
Its eyes, always filled with malice, were gradually tinged with an ominous crimson.
This Abyss-level Great Lich was on the verge of exploding with rage.
Its remaining desiccated arm slowly lifted, trembling as it pointed at Chen Luo below.
Its bone-revealing, mummified face was completely contorted by anger and the blow:
"You... how dare you?"
Feeling the terrifying damage to his body and hearing Chen Luo's low murmur,
Ulquiorra's heart was filled with an inexpressible humiliation.
The eternal undead race had been treated like a punching bag by a mere human?
The desiccated arm suddenly extended its dark claws. Just as Chen Luo thought the Lich would lose its mind and attack like a beast,
*Swish!*
Ulquiorra's sharp fingers plunged directly into its own head!
*Sizzle...*
The desiccated, decaying brain was instantly pierced by the claws, revealing dark, sinister blood from the five puncture wounds.
This dark, sinister blood instantly dyed the Great Lich's face terrifyingly grotesque.
Chen Luo, watching the Great Lich inexplicably self-mutilate, curled his lips into a mocking sneer:
"Can't win, so you self-harm? 'Noble' Lord Lich, are you trying to stage an accident?"
While Chen Luo spoke provocatively, the qi and blood energy within him accelerated its circulation. He could sense that from the moment the Great Lich opened its mouth again, the monster's aura was continuously escalating.
Without a doubt, the danger posed by this Abyss-level monster was steadily increasing.
And attacking now, interrupting its preparation, seemed like the most sensible course of action.
However, Chen Luo, whose body had been reshaped by qi and blood, was unwilling to accept such an interruption.
The terrifying racial foundation-level skill inevitably made Chen Luo increasingly belligerent.
The surging, hot blood within him stimulated Chen Luo, making him yearn even more for battles against stronger enemies.
Chen Luo also knew clearly that only sufficiently intense combat would make him stronger.
*Sizzle...*
The dark claws dug deeper, and the foul, sinister black blood flowed out like an opened valve, rapidly covering more than half of the monster's body.
With eyes tinged with a strange scarlet hue, the Great Lich stared fixedly at Chen Luo, its voice sounding as if it emerged from hell:
"I will kill you!"
"I will make your soul wail in the underworld until the universe perishes!!"
"I will make you regret, regret ever humiliating the great undead mage!!!"
As Ulquiorra's curse-like voice echoed, the black blood slowly permeated his body, and the severed arm, destroyed by Chen Luo's self-detonation, regrew.
*Poof!*
The dark claws were abruptly withdrawn from the mummified skull, and the terrifying bloody hole instantly vanished.
Ulquiorra spread his arms, floating at the apex of the sky, with black energy continuously gathering behind him.
"Do you know my pain, human!!"
The Great Lich held a small, pure white staff in its hand, and a dense black aura once again covered the sky, slowly rotating under Ulquiorra's will.
Under the terrifying pressure, vast as an abyss and deep as the sea, it felt as if the end of the world had arrived.
An extremely terrifying, icy mental power surged wildly from within the Great Lich, and sinister, deathly magic patterns were constantly drawn in the sky.
The moment each magic pattern appeared, it was covered by black power, and a colossal, dark void materialized in the air.
From this void, an aura that made the world tremble slowly emanated.
This dreadful power caused the very atmosphere in the sky to tremble:
"Human! Feel the wrath of the great undead! I will wash away my pain with your screams!"
"You are colder than death itself, the final destination of all destinies!"
"Grand Forbidden Spell - Super Ultimate Art - Left Hand of Hades!!"
*Boom!!!*
The black void exploded, and within the shattered void was a darkness deeper than black, an unfathomable abyss.
Accompanied by the Great Lich's roar, within the unfathomable abyss...
*Bang!!!*
A colossal black hand, its palm alone exceeding ten thousand meters, suddenly emerged from this unfathomable darkness.
A deathly aura violently spread across heaven and earth, and to any life that beheld this hand, the meaning of death naturally appeared in their minds.
The Great Lich, controlling the forbidden spell, trembled slightly. Even it had to exert its full strength to barely control this skill.
But it was all worth it!
Even a mere projection of this giant hand was enough to destroy an entire city!
The colossal black palm suddenly clenched into a fist. The giant fist, ten thousand meters in diameter, weighed tens of thousands of tons alone.
And now, this giant fist descended like a falling meteor, tearing through the sky, and slammed down fiercely towards Chen Luo!
The Great Lich, appearing utterly mad, had a face as ferocious as a demon.
Its eyes were fixed on Chen Luo, who had landed on the ground, and it let out a curse-like cry:
"Turn to dust!!! Damned insect!!!!"
Chen Luo slowly descended to the ground, his hands behind his back, calmly watching the descending giant fist in the sky.
The power of this punch was far more terrifying than the previous Sighing Black Light.
But to Chen Luo's own bewilderment, he felt no fear facing such a colossal fist.
In fact, at this moment, what concerned him more were the Great Lich's accusations against him.
Looking up at the frenzied Great Lich, Chen Luo's gentle black eyes slowly transformed into golden dragon pupils, and his suppressed voice, amidst the thunderous momentum of the giant fist, was incredibly clear:
"Your pain?"
"Then what about the pain of my human compatriots who died in this city you destroyed? Did you hear it?"