Xiao Ming sat in deep contemplation, his senses stretched to their limits as his gaze remained fixed on the Blood Ant General.
He could feel the pulse of the creature's power, faint yet undeniable, but it was as though something had shifted within it.
It wasn't just the Blood Ant General that had changed. The soldiers, too, were different. He could sense the subtle alterations in their auras, their actual essence was distorted.
At first, he couldn't pinpoint what had changed, only that something felt off.
Their once crimson-colored skin had dulled to an ashen gray, and their eyes, once ink-black, now gleamed with a strange, blueish hue.
The transformation wasn't just physical—it felt... spiritual. The very essence of these creatures had altered, like a ripple through a stagnant pool of water.
