As the middle-aged man's cold, sinister voice fell, a dense, turbid surge of Soul Power instantly enveloped the entire prison cell.
Even standing outside, Lu Feng could clearly sense the changes within. It was as though the space had transformed from a clear lake into muddy water, and the murkiness continued to spread until it filled every corner like a swamp, dragging anyone within into its depths.
But soon, that majestic Soul Power all poured into the six-armed Nethergod Diagram on the stone wall.
More precisely, it was as if the six-armed Nethergod Diagram had devoured it.
Then an eerie, obscure ripple of formation energy swept over the area. The temperature throughout the prison cell plummeted, and a thin layer of pale frost appeared across the stone walls and floor.
Yun Zhuohua shuddered at the sudden oppressive aura, her body stiffening at once. In the unseen darkness, she felt as though something was watching her, staring fixedly at her, making her deeply uncomfortable.
Screech—
A muffled yet piercing cry rang out, like the mournful wail of a nightingale—bleak and savage.
Yun Zhuohua suddenly sensed something and whipped her head around.
The six-armed Nethergod that had been carved into the stone wall had actually floated out alive, transforming into a phantom that hovered in midair and glared down at her from above.
Its savage gaze and vicious visage made her heart tremble. A chill crawled up her spine, as though countless icy ants were gnawing at her bones.
The middle-aged man formed a peculiar hand seal, his body bent halfway toward the Nethergod phantom in a posture of indescribable reverence and humility.
The Du'e Monk Soldiers at the entrance also knelt of their own accord, like loyal servants.
Lu Feng remained standing calmly, utterly unshaken. He secretly observed the true changes