Before Liu Ming could stabilize his stance, a deep and cold voice resounded faintly in his ears:
"Demophosis"
Instantly, Liu Ming felt a buzzing in his ears and lost control of his body.
The next moment, rolling black flames burst forth all over his body, blazing furiously. His figure swelled considerably amidst a series of cracking and popping sounds, and faint purple spirit patterns emerged on his skin.
A surge of violent aura continuously assaulted his mind. With a fierce howl, his figure shot out like lightning, turning into a vicious wind rushing towards the nearest mountain peak dozens of feet tall.
Mid-air, a pair of fists covered in purple patterns vaguely struck out. The rolling black flames condensed, weaving a dense mass of black fist shadows.
The mountain trembled violently under the impact of the fist shadows at the moment of contact.
In just a single breath, the entire mountain shattered under the barrage of fists, rocks tumbling down.
