Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!
After the Fengming Clan's progenitor revealed his demonic true form, his aura became utterly vicious and sinister. In an instant, it completely disrupted the surrounding order of the Dao, causing countless strange phenomena to erupt.
Bloody raindrops pattered down from the sky. Demonic winds howled in all directions, carrying countless wronged souls that shrieked in anguish.
Even the flames in the sword sect's earth veins were utterly corrupted. They churned and roared underground, turning into a dark purple evil fire.
Clumps of black matter continually seeped out of the void. Upon falling to the ground, they transformed into grotesquely twisted skeletal apparitions.
Within ten thousand li of the Crimson Flame Sword Sect, every kind of power was corrupted and turned poisonous. Plants crumbled to ash, mountains and rocks melted, and nothing remained between heaven and earth but endless, sinister malice, as though the entire world had been dragged into hell.
Here.
Every inch of space brimmed with a twisted power capable of corrupting souls.
Swish, swish, swish!
Just then, the Fengming Clan's progenitor turned his head slightly and deliberately glanced toward the Sword Venerable.
Though his gaze was placid, it carried a corrupting power that had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.
Formless and intangible, that power was more overbearing than any divine weapon. It pierced straight through all the Sword Venerable's defenses, penetrating the depths of his soul and the source of his power.
In no more than an instant, he underwent an utterly irreversible transformation.
Veins bulged across the Sword Venerable's body, and bone spurs protruded from him. Plates of gray-black scales abruptly sprouted from his scalp, while his eyes turned pitch-black, then were completely suffused with crimson.
His body twisted and swelled without pause. His human form rapidly broke down, beginning