Red Moon power!
The "Moon Laurel" in the Guanghan Ruins pulverized the "Red Moon Restaurant," and the Red Moon power hanging above the restaurant merged into his "Dual Pupils," becoming one of Jiang Qiao's greatest trump cards.
Demigods were terrifying.
Even with an X-Class talent, one was not completely helpless against a demigod.
He could not even put up a proper defense.
Although this outcome had been inevitable and entirely foreseeable, Jiang Qiao still gained a deeper understanding of what it meant for everything beneath a demigod to be nothing but an ant.
Utilizing rules.
Becoming rules.
These were two completely different kinds of power.
"Wuuu—!"
The Dual Pupils in Jiang Qiao's eyes had transformed into a Red Moon, casting bloody moonlight across the surrounding space and staining everything a gruesome red.
The invisible pull from the Shadow Tree manifested a tangible body.
They were countless rotting tentacles.
Covered in slime.
Reeking of a foul stench.
They were the Shadow Tree's branches, extending over and wrapping around Jiang Qiao. Densely packed, they almost completely encased his body, trying to pull his consciousness out of his Physical Body.
And the Shadow Tree itself.
Under the Red Moon, it also took on a different appearance.
The overlapping shadows vanished, leaving behind dark holes of varying sizes, like apertures drilled into the void.
Together, they formed the shape of a tree.
Within those small holes.
Roaring splashes rang out, sounding as if liquid were flowing. The smells of rust and brine that wafted out easily brought blood to mind.
But it was not blood, nor was it even liquid.
It was merely a mass of dark, formless matter.
Without color.
The darkness came from the background.
Without shape.
It was simply a mass of "existence," yet one could truly know that it existed.