The scalp-numbing whispers drilled into his mind, and the invisible sounds turned into substance. Like sharp steel needles, they pierced his eardrums and into his brain, twisting his flesh and spirit bit by bit.
tree-like branches " slowly grew out of the skeleton of the pattern that covered the sky, and gorgeous and evil inscriptions spread and grew, covering the entire sky.
Huge wheels bloomed in the magic circle, and the divinity had already formed mysterious and evil words and patterns. It was as if the whole world was a piece of paper, writing down the forbidden path to the dark abyss.
Li Rui looked at the complicated tree pattern with a gloomy expression.
The chaotic black light that was dormant in his soul seemed to have been stimulated by something. It rolled and stirred like an awakened venomous snake, stirring up wind and waves in his soul and body.
