Chen Yinyin slowly rose from the dust, blood dripping from her lips. But there was no fear, no hesitation in her eyes, only the cold, burning rage.
"If I don't slay you today, I'll not be the Demon Sovereign!" she roared.
In that instant, her entire being seemed to shift. A dark aura surged from her body, wrapping around her like a living cloak.
It consumed her, her hair now swirling in the thick, black energy, moving as if it had a mind of its own. The saber in her hands began to glow, engulfed by the same dark aura that clung to her.
The temperature around her dropped dramatically. The air felt as though it had been pulled into an icy abyss, the very essence of hell itself.
Grand Ming's eyes narrowed as a deep, instinctual warning flared within him. He couldn't afford to let her complete the transformation.
With a snarl, he shot forward, his robes flapping violently behind him as he closed the distance between them. His palm surged with spiritual energy.
