A group of bald monks sat cross-legged on the ground, their expressions vacant and eyes unfocused, with drool trickling from the corners of their mouths like those of imbeciles.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The Golden Armored Deity, developed by the Mo Family, strode forward, causing the ground to tremble slightly and alarming the monks.
Mmm...
As the monks rose, a pair of bat-like wings unfolded from their backs.
Their hands and feet, curled like beasts, were covered in fur, and their sharp nails were akin to blades.
Though 'they' were human, they bore bat wings.
Though 'they' were bats, they had human facial features.
The only commonality was the light mist surrounding 'them' and the strange power emanating from them.
This power, according to the Cultivation Realm, could be referred to as a curse.
A curse of chaos!
As long as one is afflicted by this power without means to counter it, one's body and even will would undergo abnormal changes.
"Caw!"
