The Blood-Swallowing Pearl in his chest pulsed frantically. Dark crimson vitality flooded his muscles, swelling his body to over twelve feet tall as boiling blood oozed through his cracked skin.
Driven to madness by the destruction of his teleportation array, Demonic Ancestor Mo gathered every drop of stolen blood essence into his right fist.
The sky above the canyon darkened. A blood-red fist phantom expanded rapidly into the shape of an inverted mountain peak, casting a dark shadow over the entire valley.
"Heaven-Suppressing Fist, Ten Thousand Mountains Collapsing Heaven!"
The mountain-sized fist descended, compressing the air so violently that nearby stone crumbled into powder before the blow even landed.
