Waves of Demonic Qi cascaded down the steps, withering all grass and trees in its path.
Abbot Liao Wu's face changed repeatedly. He promptly put his palms together as golden light appeared around his body, solidifying into a bell-shaped shield. He stood alone before the hall, blocking most of the surging Demonic Qi.
But still, many Martial Monks accidentally touched the black fog.
"AH!!!"
These monks fell to the ground, writhing in agony, transforming into something neither human nor ghostly—some had their arms turned into long swords, others had swollen bellies with intestines bursting forth, some shrank in size with their bodies covered in tough hair, and others grew wings on their backs and giant tumors on their heads...
A thousand demons, a thousand visages. The monsters rose from the ground, howling as they pounced on their former fellow disciples.
