The world is without light, mottled and lurid.
An ominous black parasol, blood-patterned drapes, and that eerie woman holding the umbrella...
Seeing all this, Chongyan felt a violent shake in his soul, a deep fear surging in his heart.
Lead the tiger away from the mountain?
Chongyan could no longer dwell on such thoughts; he just wanted to escape, to flee far from here.
But immediately, a searing pain erupted all over his body. It was only then that Chongyan realized, in his brief moment of distraction, countless vines had appeared on the ground.
The ghostly green vines twisted like snakes, binding him tightly. The sharp barbs not only tore the divine statue to pieces in an instant but also deeply pierced his divine soul, pulling his bizarrely shaped head with light scattering in all directions.
"Ah!"
Chongyan struggled and screamed miserably.
