The moment the text settled, Su Chen's expression suddenly changed. The thunder and flames around him, which had been gradually subsiding, suddenly grew frenzied again, yet began to turn inward.
All the pain, lightning, and flames ultimately converged on his heart, gradually condensing and twisting into an incandescent core beside it.
That core was like a miniature sun, wreathed in ceaseless, multicolored lightning, with fire concentrated to its absolute limit within.
The power it contained made even Su Chen's heart pound in terror, his scalp tingling. If it ever exploded, he doubted even his heart could be saved.
After the core solidified, his entire being grew still from the inside out, leaving only the faint light flowing beneath his skin and the intimidating glint in his eyes—a mixture of thunder and flame.
As the transformation gradually came to an end, Su Chen finally let out a long sigh of relief.
