"Fuck!"
Perched atop the legged Minting Machine, Ji Jue stood frozen on the spot.
He had sensed no aura at all. Even his sudden inspiration had failed to react. He had been caught completely off guard.
The group facing him also froze in place.
Stunned and rigid.
Even terrified to the point of suffocation!
To their senses, it was as though a black hole had appeared.
Without any warning, an eerie figure beyond all expectation stood silently before them, blocking everyone's path.
Atop a twisted thing that was neither spider nor horse, the strange figure in gray robes looked down upon them indifferently. Its back rose high, grotesquely deformed. Beneath its ornate, savage faceplate, there were only two scarlet flames.
It looked down in silence.
Countless black threads wound around its body, yet none dared approach, as though they were guarding it. They tangled in the air like a black lotus blooming and fading, opening and closing.
The instant they noticed it, the Waist Tag in their arms began to tremble violently, as though in fear.
The Talisman Seal in the leader's palm also struggled fiercely, nearly flying from his grasp.
"Wha..."
Just as Ji Jue was about to leap in with a chop without hesitation, ...
a scream suddenly rang out from within the group.
"Don't move! Nobody move!"
Blood tears abruptly streamed from a monk's eyes as he shrieked sharply. His vision had gone black, and he convulsed in terror.
It had only been an instinctive glance, a careless sweep of his peripheral vision, yet he had suffered a devastating blow to his soul.
In that fleeting glimpse, he could see only the Tower's Shadow of endless darkness fused to its body as one. Yet within that eerie form were two violent, blazing fluctuations, resonating and connecting with