The sky rumbled, its echoes blending with the bickering voices of the panicked crowd. As the distant cultivators realized their inevitable fate, a sense of dread washed over them, much like the shadow of a prowling panther descending upon them.
In a desperate bid for survival, they scattered in all directions, their hearts pierced by ethereal shadows lurking within the enveloping darkness. Meanwhile, on the other side, lightning crackled, casting blinding flashes that clashed against the nimble form of the newly transformed demon.
Amidst the chaos, the evil demon's laughter echoed through the air, a chilling sound that resonated across the entire area with every narrow escape from death. As blood trailed and a deep sinkhole formed, the hidden legacy of these ruins crumbled and vanished, rendering even the former main character inconsequential. The Patriarchs, engrossed in channeling their Qi, directed their attacks towards the possessed Xue Fu.
