Everyone hurried over, and when they saw the demonic creature's body in the center of the ruins, an inexplicable chill shot through their hearts.
The creature looked exceedingly bizarre, nothing like the insubstantial, writhing black-mist monsters on the battlefield.
Its body looked as though someone had forcibly pieced it together and stitched it shut. Its torso was encased in heavy, pitch-black demonic armor, covered in layers of strange patterns, with traces of void rust still clinging to the edges.
Its limbs, however, were mismatched in length. The left was a sharp, pitch-black bone spike, while the right was a soft, rotting tentacle of flesh. The two utterly different tissues joined awkwardly, with dark black blood congealed along the seams.
Its head was even more grotesquely malformed. One half was a beast's maw bristling with fangs; the other was smooth and flat, without eyes, ears, mouth, or nose. It looked like neither one thing nor another, radiating an extreme sense of wrongness and distortion.
The fatal wound lay at the very center of its chest.
A gaping hole pierced it from front to back. The demonic flesh around the edges had been completely charred black, and the core essence within seemed to have been forcibly gouged apart and obliterated.
The demonic energy around it was scattered chaotically, showing no sign of gathering again. Clearly, it had broken out from deep within the interlayer while wounded, exhausted all its reserves, and died of utter depletion after reaching the outskirts.
Yet even in death, the air around its body remained bone-chillingly cold.
Qin Zhenggang's expression abruptly darkened. "This thing is downright sinister. We need to burn it as soon as possible. Leave it too long, and something is bound to happen."
Qin He's gaze settled on the pieced-together demon corpse, and he asked