Scholar Lakon let out an agonized wail, a sharp, grating screech like glass grinding on glass that could pierce the very soul.
The residents who had not yet evacuated the streets all clutched their ears, their faces contorted in agony as they staggered and fell. Even the Judges, protected by their Holy Emblems, crouched on the ground, clutching their heads, unable to bear it.
The only ones unaffected were the Cultivators in Caster Monastery.
Amidst the agonizing wails, black crow feathers began to sprout from Scholar Lakon's body. His face started to twist and mutate, losing all its former elegance and arrogance.
Wandering Evil Power, like smoke and dust, seeped into his eyes.
His teeth fell out and his jaw shattered. A large, dark-yellow beak jutted out from his mouth. In that moment, Scholar Lakon could no longer maintain his disguise. He transformed completely into a grotesque, humanoid crow, letting out an unsettling, low growl.
