The blood surged, stirring up a tempest of horror; a haunting laughter echoed from somewhere unknown, as a mask flew out from the sea of blood and landed on Wei Wuyang's half-ruined skeletal body.
The next moment.
The blood sea engulfed him, a colossal entity tore through the blood waters, gradually emerging.
Its appearance was akin to a monstrous giant of distorted flesh, surrounded by densely packed tentacles wriggling in every direction, snatching up fragments of broken limbs and devouring them, with a grisly apron stitched together from thousands of human skins tied around its waist, and a faceless head atop.
Raising its right arm, a massive butcher knife fell into its hand, the blade gleaming silver, obviously forged from metal, yet countless blood threads crawled over it, heads emerged one after another, their eyes vacant and silent.
