The evil aura permeating the air was even denser than I had imagined, almost condensing into a tangible form that pressed down so heavily it was hard to breathe.
That black altar stood fully ten zhang high, its surface carved with ferocious rakshasa patterns that seemed ready to come alive at any moment to devour the living.
The surrounding runes flickered with an ominous, blood-red light like a demon's eyes, sending chills down the spine.
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