Lin Jie's pitch-black eyes gleamed with an eerie intensity, emanating an invisible blaze that seemed to engulf the surrounding area. A crimson light bathed the black leather belt adorning his waist, which trembled incessantly. The belt, adorned with numerous red strips, bore the scars of a lava-scorched terrain, its once pristine animal skin texture marred by rough, ashen earth.
The Qi density surrounding Lin Jie thickened, accompanied by a palpable surge of pressure that enveloped him. From his form, a thick crimson mist billowed outward, snaking its way toward the lifeless corpses strewn about. As the mist touched the bodies of the thousand Disciples and hundred Elders from Kunlun Sect, their pallid flesh, swollen with flesh, underwent a jaw-dropping transformation—desiccated and drained of vitality.
