Amidst the blood mist, the Death Envoy let out a frantic, excited shriek, and a hoarse, grating laugh echoed far into the distance.
An aggressive, bone-chilling aura surged wildly from the Death Envoy within the blood mist.
It was a coldness entirely distinct from ice attributes—gloomy, reeking of evil, and accompanied by rolling waves of stench. That chill felt as though countless venomous snakes were burrowing straight into their bodies.
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