The arrays engraved on his flesh reacted, glowing faintly. His cultivation surged like a flood breaking a dam, unrestrained and unorthodox.
Above, a massive explosion rocked the field. A Red Pole cultivator was impaled mid-air. A blaze of fire swallowed an Obsidian Court cultivator whole.
It was beautiful.
Spiritual qi surged wildly around Feng Fan, roaring like a storm as it coursed through every inch of his body. His veins expanded, stretched to their limits, reinforced by the raw power flooding them. The fragmented pieces of his soul shuddered, then began to knit together until wholeness returned.
His body had been reforged. His soul, fully restored. A new power pulsed through his body.
Feng Fan had broken through.
Hou Zemin observed the battlefield with a cold, unreadable gaze. The clash of weapons, the screams of the dying—none of it stirred emotion in him. He wasn't concerned about Feng Fan. The Array Master, troublesome as he had been, would fall sooner or later.
