Wuying Ling!

The young man roared desperately, and two purple flames darted out of his hands and hovered around his arms like two purple dragons before they went all the way along his veins to his head where they turned into a crown.

At that moment, a vague halo appeared behind the young man, and he seemed to be a combination of the Blood God, Wuying Qi, and Li Jialing. It was impossible to distinguish them anymore.

However, he became the young lion that Li Yao was very familiar with again in the next second. No, perhaps he was not so familiar with the young lion at all…

"You're very dangerous, Jialing."

Scorched by the young man's power, Li Yao couldn't help but ask, "It's great that you want to do something with your power, but I fear that you might be lost in the power. Do you know that you look like another Wuying Qi just now? It's too dangerous! I can't even tell whether or not you're still haunted by Wuying Qi."