Above the Sea of Blood, waves of gore surged, and a pungent, bloody stench permeated every inch of the air, as if this world were shrouded in endless slaughter and carnage. From within the bizarre black vortex, a group of tall men stumbled out first. The moment they appeared, they released a nauseating stench—the smell of rotting flesh left to bake for days in the scorching sun, mixed with the miasma of countless poisons—suffocating anyone nearby.
These men were grotesque to the extreme, a truly terrifying sight. Their skin was a sickly, deathly grey, covered in dense, black spots that seemed to crawl across their flesh like writhing parasites, making one’s scalp prickle with revulsion. Their eyes were deep-set sockets, like two bottomless black holes, flickering with a bloodthirsty red light. This gaze revealed boundless greed and cruelty, much like a starving wolf ready to pounce on its prey. Their mouths were ridiculously wide, stretching almost to their ears, revealing two rows of sharp fangs. Each fang shimmered with a cold, sinister gleam, as if it could easily tear any creature of flesh and blood into shreds.
"Ha! Look at you lot! You’re so ugly you could frighten the heavens and move the earth to tears!" Minghe stood on the shore of the Sea of Blood, laughing heartily. His laughter echoed across the sea, stirring up countless waves. Though his eyes held a playful glint, satisfaction dominated his expression. "Still, this is the power I wanted! Beneath these hideous …
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