Echo by echo, amidst the oppressive silence that hung in the air, the young man, labeled as the Demonic Cultivator, forged ahead slowly, his every step accompanied by a relentless downpour of pebbles. Each impact echoed through the desolate landscape, heightening the tension.
Beneath the artifice of the night sky, adorned with a tapestry of a thousand stars, his form became obscured by the illusory curtain of dusty rain. Yet, amidst the swirling maelstrom, a beam of magenta light emanated from his eyes, brimming with a malevolence that sent a chill down the spines of onlookers. Thick, frothing dark red blood clung to him, as if hungry to consume more souls.
Meng Mu, the assailant who had dared to confront this demonic figure, stood dumbfounded. He was certain that his attack had struck true, evidenced by the devastated cliffs and the deep, horizontal trench etched into the ground.
