Xu Zhi, standing at a distance and observing the rift, also sensed an intense aura of foreboding at that moment.
The next instant, her ominous premonition became reality. A massive figure intertwined with blood-red and black slowly "moved" out of Midnight. It seemed to be a standing humanoid shape, yet no matter how one looked at it, it could not be called humanoid. Its body was covered in all sorts of strange tumors, but upon closer inspection, they could not be called tumors either. Most were monster heads or human heads, hanging all over its body like some kind of "medals."
Nor were those heads lifeless. Their expressions varied, some joyous, some savage. Their eyeballs spun madly as if convulsing, while others looked curiously at the outside world like newborn infants.
Logically, with so many heads hanging from its body, it should have looked extremely bloated. But its body was already so impossibly thin and long that even with all those heads greedily hung upon it, it did not appear overly swollen. Instead, it possessed a twisted, bizarre sense of "harmony"—so long as one did not look too closely.
The heads were not simply hanging obediently in fixed positions. They squirmed within its originally thin, elongated body, scampering beneath its transparent skin like playful children. One human head crawled from its neck to its thigh; one beast head ran from the back of its hand to its shoulder. It was not merely a few of them. Nearly every head was writhing restlessly. This nauseating, warped sight inflicted a severe mental blow with just one glance, not to mention the powerful [Cup]-attribute mental corruption it inherently carried.
Yes. The instant it stepped out of the rift, the entire world seemed to freeze for one second. Even Xu Zhi clearly felt that