As Su Yuan's words fell, the black aura lingering between the Ancient Sword Armor and the Profound Strange Demon Sword finally fused into one.
On the sword armor, which was originally full of a metallic texture, the eerie twisted patterns seemed to come alive, transforming into one blood-red tentacle after another, entwining the spiral blade of the Profound Strange Demon Sword.
The two sinister forces intertwined, forming an invisible vortex.
Whether it was Pan Yunqing or all the spectators watching Su Yuan, they only felt their consciousness being stripped away by some indescribable evil power.
In their vision, the Profound Strange Sword and the tentacles on its blade began to spin like a storm.
Everyone's consciousness spun along with it.
In a trance, a brand-new world appeared before them.
It was a bizarre world beyond words, blood-red, dark, sacred, and eerie...
