Demonic Qi roared, churning like a sea.
This surging tide of decay carried a strange, teeming vitality—like the black, foul-smelling slime oozing from rotting fruit, alive with writhing worms. The turbid Demonic Qi spread and expanded, rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence, as if echoing the breath of some unseen entity.
Then, it twisted and condensed into a gargantuan, grotesque humanoid figure.
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