In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of living beings had gathered around Li Ziran.
Some carried scimitars, some secretly wielded staffs, some were disguised beneath black mud, and some galloped over on mounts. These beings still retained their original postures, but the terrifying thing was that they held aloft things taken from their own bodies.
Strands of sinew pulled from their bodies hung like threads from lotus roots, still connected to their fleshly shells.
Yet they showed not the slightest pain. On the contrary, they were boundlessly excited, charging toward their queen like frenzied pilgrims.
Li Ziran had seen madness before, and he had witnessed massacres as well, but even his scalp prickled at this eerie, sinister atmosphere.
These were no longer living beings at all. Their fragile souls had long since been possessed by the black specks that had just poured out.
Though he could imagine what possession looked like, this had been far too swift, far too overbearing.
It had practically wiped out every living being within a kilometer. And this was on the Ice Plains. He could not imagine how terrifying it would be if a Time Ghost were to cut loose in the densely populated Hippo Ancient City.
Viya seemed utterly unaware of how terrifying she was. She did her utmost to pose as a lady while selecting suitable organs, tossing each one aside whenever she found the slightest dissatisfaction.
In the blink of an eye, arms and internal organs had already piled up.
The more quietly she pretended to behave, the more terrifying Li Ziran found her.
He had once believed himself evil, capable of casting aside his conscience to strike at an innocent living being. But compared to Viya, his methods were nothing more than child's play.
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