"AAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
These screams were short-lived.
Bodies of various demons swelled grotesquely, then ruptured into blood mist that did not disperse, instead, they converged towards Mo Wen.
The Garden of Death shuddered.
Yu Xuan's brows furrowed slightly.
From the coalescing darkness, a colossal shadow rose – its form unstable, as if stitched together from incompatible existences.
Horns melted into wings. Arms split and rejoined.
Faces overlapped, screaming silently within the mass.
A Devil Shadow.
Qi twisted violently around it, then recoiled.
The red flowers nearest to the shadow withered instantly, their petals blackening, collapsing into ash.
"Interesting," Yu Xuan murmured.
This thing was not immune to his domain.
But it was polluting it.
The shadow turned its faceless head toward Yu Xuan.
And laughed.
A soundless laugh that still made the souls within in the Garden tremble.
"So this is your domain," Mo Wen's voice echoed, layered unnaturally through the shadow.
