Compared to the endless pus sea that roiled before, the realm of the Master of the Mucous Sea has visibly shrunk by nearly half, its edges now a vast, solidified, necrotic gray-black swamp, exuding a nauseating aura of deathly silence.
The pus in the core region, though still churning, has lost its lively and sticky nature akin to living creatures, its colors dull, like a mighty beast drained of its essence blood, struggling to survive.
The corrupt Divine Light flowing over its surface is weak like a flickering candle in the wind.
The three vertical eyes of contaminated blood are filled with veins of pain, burning within not the pure destruction, but a mixture of incredulity and towering rage and venom.
At the heart of its existence, a mass of corrupt origin light lies deep within the massive wound inflicted by Chi You's heaven-reaching slash, violently pulsing, its light flickering sporadically.
Each contraction accompanied by the painful spurt of ink-green origin pus.
