The instant Morko's presence descended, gray mist surged from his body like floodwaters bursting through a collapsed dam. It did not seep out slowly—it erupted, as if the valve of a pressure cooker had suddenly been twisted open. Gray-black fog exploded outward from him in every direction.
The gray mist crashed into the dark-red firmament like a massive eraser, wiping away the dark red bit by bit.
The dark red offered no resistance before the gray mist. It faded, lightened, turned grayish white, then grayish black. The blood-colored clouds in the sky were torn apart by the mist, their fragments drifting through the void like scraps of tattered cloth.
The gray mist blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
It settled over the living-flesh layer like a thick quilt, smothering it completely.
The living-flesh layer struggled beneath the gray mist. Those flesh buds tried to poke their heads out for fresh air, only to shrink back the instant they touched the fog. Those tiny tendrils of flesh and blood tried to writhe, but once entangled by the mist, they could no longer move. The aberrations that had just emerged from the living-flesh layer were wrapped into mummies by the gray mist before they even had time to open their eyes.
Pale-black ghostly pestilence spread outward from beneath Morko's feet like a tide.
This was no ordinary ghostly energy. It was the primordial yin energy Morko had accumulated over countless years.
It was a hundred times denser, a hundred times heavier, and a hundred times more poisonous than ordinary ghostly energy. Ordinary ghostly energy could only corrode flesh and blood, but Morko's primordial yin energy could corrode rules.
The ghostly energy fell upon the living-flesh layer, and it immediately blackened. The blackness did not slowly seep inward—it spread at once,