But when Lin Chen looked up, he suddenly noticed something was amiss.
The Evil Qi on the sword began to diffuse as the last viscous mark on it dissipated.
The Evil Qi, like the night, enveloped the remaining arm of Zhao Mu in the melee.
Subsequently, the Evil Qi could be seen ascending and continuously condensing, forming a pearl-like orb that fell three inches from the end of the arm, penetrating the now robust limb, creating a fissure, and the entirely Evil Qi-formed orb nestled within.
This scene can no longer be described as horrifying; it's more aptly called eerie.
Especially when that orb landed on his arm, weaving crimson threads of blood, soaking it in a deep red hue.
Inside, it rotated its pupil, as if scanning the many figures along the lake shore, as though contemplating something.
"Something's not right..."
