The spell was chanted, and two patterns appeared beside Alliance Master Ling Chan.
To the left of Ling Chan, a pattern emerged, presenting a sinister blue color. The soul symbols within were not the usual glimmers of light but were instead represented by vine tendrils tracing along some bizarre trajectory!
These tendrils were full of poisonous thorns, each thorn as large as a longsword.
They writhed incessantly, the tendrils slowly spilling from the pattern and then gently dropping into a bloodstained ruin.
The undulating ruins conveniently served as the anchor point, more and more roots slipped from the pattern, intricately intertwining among the debris!
Gradually, the tendrils mingled and slowly formed the semblance of a skull.
Then, more vines entwined, creating a humanoid body, and finally limbs emerged, their limbs still entangled with the toxic sword-like tendrils.
