"I will tear this clone of yours to pieces, then find your true form."
It slowly unfurled its six enormous wings, each spanning hundreds of feet, blocking out the sky and sun.
The bone spurs on the wings shimmered with cold light in the starry sky, their edges sharp like blades, incredibly sharp.
"Rest assured, I won't let you die so quickly."
It extended its long proboscis, lightly stabbing the air.
The proboscis resembled a spear, yet also like a sharp sword, its tip impossibly sharp, piercing even space to create a tiny black hole.
The black hole slowly rotated, exuding an eerie and unsettling aura.
"I want you to stay alive, watching as your own body and Divine Soul are gradually devoured by me."
Its tone was chillingly cold, as if it could freeze space itself.
Upon revealing its true form, the Deputy Temple Master's aura became even more sinister and powerful, his intent to kill more intense than ever before.
