These Reincarnators were like chess pieces toyed with by fate, stepping into the abyss of Achieved Demonhood one step at a time.
Their minds had gradually twisted through endless reincarnations. Evil thoughts grew wildly like weeds, ultimately forging their demonic bodies and Demon Aspects.
The Blood Demon, driven by bloodthirsty mania, treated living beings as playthings. The Corpse Demon manipulated decaying corpses, weaving a symphony of death. The Heavenly Demon went even further, using Mental Power to control hearts and minds, spreading fear and despair.
Though their abilities each had their own strengths, in essence, all of them had fallen into the demonic path because they could not suppress their evil thoughts, becoming a calamity upon the mortal world.
Black Rakshasa's laughter echoed over Hangzhou City, full of smugness and madness, as though he had long foreseen the coming chaos and was thoroughly enjoying it.
"I want Demons Rampant in the mortal world!"
Within Hangzhou City, this evil force spread as swiftly as a plague.
The Reincarnators were like Beasts that had lost their minds, wantonly unleashing the evil thoughts within their hearts.
Some devoured their own kind to increase their strength. Others pillaged everywhere to satisfy their twisted desires, committing every imaginable atrocity.
Hangzhou City, a place rich in history and picturesque scenery, became a living hell overnight. Cries, screams, and desperate shouts intertwined, forming a heartbreaking scene.
The once-bustling streets became utterly deserted. Every household kept its doors and windows tightly shut, terrified that a moment's carelessness would turn them into souls lost in the mouths of demons.
A suffocating, terrifying aura filled the air. It was as though even the wind trembled, unwilling to touch the darkness on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Yet amid this chaos, there was a refuge that seemed exceptionally tranquil.