Outside, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and a gentle breeze blew. Pale moonlight poured through the window, illuminating everything within. However, the atmosphere inside the room stood in stark contrast to the tranquility of the night.
Huzhang stood in the center of the room. His eyes were a vivid, blood-red, as if burning with intense rage. Behind him, nine thick, crimson tails slowly unfurled, dancing like tongues of flame. Each tail radiated a searing heat that sent shivers down one's spine.
As the tails appeared, a black mist emanated from Huzhang, rapidly filling the room. It carried a heavy stench of death and decay, making the air thick, oppressive, and difficult to breathe.
Chapter 18