Naturally, as blood essence flowed from his body, Qing Ming could feel his cultivation level steadily declining. He had been at the twelfth layer of the Qi Cultivation stage, but now it was starting to fall.
The Heavenly Thunder crashed down with increasing speed. Qing Ming had become a mangled, bloody heap, his original form completely unrecognizable. However, all the Great Demons and Half-demons watching could sense it—he was becoming more and more like a demonic beast.
His body was aligning further with that of a demonic beast, while the part of him that belonged to a Cultivator was fading.
The fox-tailed girl asked, her voice laced with fear, "Will it... be the same for us?"
"Of course," the two-tailed cat said, swishing its tails. "Hang in there. I'm rooting for you."
Watching the two-tailed cat's wide grin, a slow smile spread across the fox-tailed girl's face as well. "Alright. I'll see it through."
