Wyatt Barnes' dantian formed a vortex that resembled the gaping maw of a Demon Beast, devouring all the power emanating from the "Demon Sealing Monument."
While this happened, a profound and majestic aura rose from Wyatt Barnes' body, sweeping outwards and causing everyone present, including Kingston Stone, the Martial Emperor, to shiver uncontrollably.
This power was formidable and domineering.
"What kind of power is that?"
Kingston Stone, the Martial Emperor, looked troubled. He felt that the rising power within the young man in purple exceeded his comprehension.
In a place unseen by others, that was, within Wyatt Barnes' dantian.
Streams of black power merged into the dantian and gathered in its center. Eventually, they coalesced into a dense black flame exuding a deep soulful presence.
Suddenly.
The turbulent purple hair atop Wyatt Barnes' head gently fell, resting on his shoulders, and the blood-red in his eyes seemed somewhat less violent.
