He Ling's Yin-Yang Double Pupils flickered violently, yet at this moment, she had even lost contact with her bonded magical artifact...
This eerie figure's realm far surpassed hers!
Little Scarlet's mane stood on end as it growled continuously. It hurriedly pulled out its tattered quilt and covered itself with it. The spiritual qi within its body seemed to vanish in an instant, and even its Dao heart and divine soul began to hallucinate.
It hurriedly averted its gaze. It absolutely could not look again. It seemed to have lost its voice, unable to make a sound for no reason, as though it had returned to its earliest state as a spirit beast.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Little Scarlet's eyes inexplicably turned bloodshot, yet it still retained its reason, seemingly not having been completely corrupted in mind.
A moment later.
The figure gradually revealed itself. He stood around seven feet tall, lean and gaunt, his skin like withered wood and nearly translucent, as though he possessed neither blood nor vital essence.
His eyes were deep and hollow, devoid of the slightest gleam, containing only endless chill. Upon his head rested a corroded mask, painted with bizarre patterns of heaven and earth... enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Upon closer inspection, the figure seemed to have two faces, while that mask appeared to be his true face.
His appearance was like a scene from an eerie nightmare, emanating a suffocating aura of misfortune.
Little Scarlet and He Ling could not help but shudder, instinctively unwilling to come into contact with him.
He Ling's brows furrowed deeply. Even when the Great World taboo creature Filthlife stood before her, she had never felt this way.
It was as if her Immortal Dao Origin had been directly contaminated—unease and terror surged