Immediately following, the Demon's body gradually dissipated into the air, leaving only a curl of black smoke. The smoke spread, carrying a pungent smell that made people couldn't help but cough. Shen Jingqi's heart finally relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to unwind a bit, he suddenly sensed a peculiar aura.
At that moment, the black smoke did not disperse as expected, but instead began to rapidly gather. Shen Jingqi widened his eyes, a sense of foreboding surged up in his heart. "No good! Could it be that the Demon isn't dead yet?" he shouted loudly.
Lin Yu and the others heard the shout and stopped their attacks, nervously watching the thickening black smoke. In the smoke, faint red light flickered, as if the Demon's eyes were peeking at everyone.
Suddenly, a deep laughter echoed from the smoke, the laughter eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
