Du Lan's carapace emitted a ghostly blue sheen, as layers of human skin peeled off his head, revealing a pair of black eyeballs. His jaws split apart, transforming into a mouth bristling with sharp teeth.
anwhile, more than a dozen other mbers of the Sky Flipping Sect also transford, taking on the forms of demonic bodies.
An ominous aura resonated at the scene. Jiang Weishan stared wide-eyed in shock at the spectacle: 'Is this... the madness brought by the Heavenly Demon Ten Techniques? They've all turned into abominations...'
The propaganda from the heavenly court always claid that the Heavenly Demon Ten Techniques would lead people to beco aberrations, turning them into monsters. Jiang Weishan, as a mber of the Eastern Hua City Night Corps, was naturally inford of this.
But unlike Jiang Weishan and Yu Gang, whose reactions were filled with shock, tension, and fear, the other attendees at the scene faced Du Lan and his transford followers without fear, but rather with a hint of closeness and yearning.
It was the bloodline within them calling out to them.
They looked at the demonic forms of the Sky Flipping Sect around them, observing the hardened carapaces, vigorous hair, or sharp teeth, forked tongues, slimy bodies... All these physical traits, instead of being repulsive, seed intimate and desirable to them at the mont.
Du Lan stepped off the stage, a tail with spikes slowly rising behind him, weaving through the bodies of individuals as he watched their reactions with satisfaction, thinking to himself: 'At the right ti, those who retain their demonic nature will be allies, and those who suppress it... will be devoured.'
'This way, our united power will be even stronger.'
'But there is one... just one... I must devour...'
Du Lan approached the Xuan Nu, and his spiked tail wrapped around her like a long, soft tongue.
Looking at her 'stunned' expression, Du Lan consoled her, saying, "Don't be afraid. I'll end it quickly; it won't hurt..."
Jiang Weishan glanced towards Xuan Nu; her appearance had already caught his attention, not only because of her captivating beauty but also due to an indescribable familiarity.
At this mont, seeing Du Lan seemingly about to strike Xuan Nu, he couldn't hold back: "Are we still not going to take action?"
Yu Gang replied: "Wait for backup. Just the two of us aren't enough to take them on."
Jiang Weishan clenched his fists, "But..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened suddenly.
He witnessed the Xuan Nu's back erupt in a burst of flesh, blood gushing from wounds and turning into crystal-like formations, forming a blood-colored halo that rose from behind her head, emitting a demonic green glow mingled with hints of blood.
Her hair waved like spirit snakes, strands of blood creeping from her roots, dyeing her black hair blood red.
Patches of bones and muscles erged from her back, rapidly growing and transforming into flesh-like wings draping over her shoulders like a cloak.
A sacred radiance flickered across her face, yet her body continually radiated an evil power that stirred madness in everyone's hearts, propelling everything toward complete aberration.
Everyone was left dumbfounded by her transformation, unable to fathom that the charming girl from monts ago now appeared more monstrous than any monster, exuding an aura more sinister and profound than the demons of the Sky Flipping Sect.
It was like a big bad wolf attacking a little white rabbit, only to find the rabbit turning into a Tyrannosaurus rex in an instant.
Xuan Nu, glancing at the shocked Du Lan, simply blew a gentle breath.
Boom! With her breath, a current burst forth like a bomb, striking Du Lan full force, sending him reeling back several steps, each step shattering the ground beneath, each step causing his carapace to roll and a splatter of blood to erupt.
Clutching his chest, Du Lan glared wide-eyed at Xuan Nu's form before him, exclaiming, "You are a demon too?"
"Demon?"
Coldly gazing at him, Xuan Nu opened her palm, from which the End of Dharma Heaven Deford Sword spiraled out, entwining blood and flesh, slowly erging from her hand.
"I'm not sothing so lowly."
With the appearance of the End of Dharma Heaven Deford Sword, the blood-colored halo behind Xuan Nu emitted a mixture of blue and blood-hued light.
Where the light touched, the entire factory seed to co alive, moving toward aberration.
The ground and walls rippled, windows and doors one by one clenched shut, as if intent on sealing everyone inside.
Du Lan and others roared a warning, their demon energy surging as if ready to attack at any mont.
But Xuan Nu turned her head towards a figure beside her as if listening intently.
Then she smiled faintly, looked with compassion at everyone present one last ti, left a fleeting voice, and in the next mont sank slowly into the ground, disappearing from sight.
"Be grateful, for what's coming for you is a supre gift."
Once Xuan Nu vanished, Du Lan was able to shift his attention to the figure beside Xuan Nu, realizing that he had previously been entirely focused on her.
That figure was floating mid-air, shrouded in a pitch-black substance, making him look entirely black.
At the sa ti, countless fragnted, distorted, and blurry rays of light enveloped the figure, obscuring his appearance completely, though a faint crimson glow was visible, emanating from Zhou Bai's Demon Illuminating Eye in his right eye.
From every angle around, the crowd could only see a blurry black shadow.
"That guy who ca with the woman... Who is he... What does he look like?"
Trying to recall, Du Lan found he couldn't rember the man's features well; the man's presence seed exceedingly low.
anwhile, under the influence of a certain calamity, everyone who looked at the figure found tears streaming down their faces.
"I'm crying..." Du Lan incredulously touched his eyes, "Why am I crying?"
"Am I afraid?"
Jiang Weishan and Yu Gang, upon seeing the vague figure, also felt tears cascading down from their eyes, a deeply ominous feeling welling up within them.
Zhou Bai, at this mont, gazed upon the contents of the Heavenly Demon Ten Techniques, looking at Li Xiuzhu who turned around within it, a sigh echoing in his mind because he found that Li Xiuzhu had left a trace of his martial intent within.
The next mont, layer upon layer of voices surrounded them.
"Ignorance... is a form of fortune."
"It allows you to endure my gifts."
A tiger demon burst forth, its foul breath looming as it opened its bloodthirsty maw, pouncing at the floating figure.
But in the next mont, with a cry of agony, it collapsed to the ground, tendrils worming out from its body, devouring its flesh and spirit with frantic zeal.
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