Open hollow eyes.
Roar loudly.
Thick blood threads flowed out from his mouth and nose, activated, swimming like a snake in the preservative liquid.
The turbulent source substance leaked out, turning the entire storage place of the stone coffin into a twisted demon realm.
It was the ravaging from the path of transformation, with good and evil as spears, despair and happiness as poison, a curse and punishment imposed on humanity and human knowledge itself!
A curse from the God of Malice!
Once contacted, it swiftly spread through phantoms, reaching each and every host, absorbing their source substance and exerting reverse interference on the Woodman.
In an instant, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions…
When countless tiny pains overlap, they turn into a torrent of despair capable of causing collapse.
Finally, in front of Huai Shi, that screaming phantom suddenly froze.
