Baal's body, embedded with golden runes, was suddenly swept by a surging black-red flame. This fire wound upward around him like a venomous snake until it reached his back, where a pair of wings condensed from blazing flames abruptly sprouted. Sharp barbs and the thorned tail of a demon were tightly entwined by this eerie fire.
Baal—or rather, Li Muhhan—slowly raised his head. One eye still shone with a golden light, while the other had turned blood-red, resembling a shattered mirror with cracks spreading across his face.
Just then, the pendant hanging on Li Muhhan's chest began to throb, releasing wisps of green light that flowed like rivulets of life across his cheek.
Chapter 167