The Blood Emperor's face turned cold. His divine sense, which had always been infallible, hit a brick wall here, completely unable to trace where the black mist had gone.
Meanwhile, an abnormal transformation had occurred in the estate. The Awakened ones sheltered here were acting like walking corpses, emitting eerie, giggling laughs as their bodies folded into bizarre, grotesque shapes, charging toward the Blood Emperor like aberrant monstrosities.
With a deafening crash, a wall was smashed apart. Once-renowned Awakened ones were now scrambling forward on all fours, their spines twisted like coiled mosquito-repellent incense, their entire bodies huddled into clumps.
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