In the dark underground abyss, Lu Chengfeng sat cross-legged, with a pair of wings swirling with azure light appearing behind him.
Countless dense runes interwove within that azure light, each rune containing the mysteries of wind and water, outlining and deriving the power of the Netherworld.
"Kun Roc Wings, finally accomplished!"
There was a tinge of emotion in Lu Chengfeng's eyes. The difficulty of fusing the two spells far exceeded his previous imagination, and even after refining the related gifts, it still took months.
"If fusing two spells is this difficult, then fusing nine spells..." He shook his head, easily understanding the level of difficulty.
With the completion of the Kun Roc Wings, the two spell runes in his brow's sea of consciousness also interwove, radiating brilliant azure light.
Lu Chengfeng could unmistakably feel a significant reduction of seven-tenths in his previously intense sense of crisis, no longer having the constant feeling of impending disaster.
