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He was an incredibly bizarre person.
His head resembled a flattened octopus, adorned with a small felt hat that emitted a crimson glow. Below the head were tendrils of tentacles, and atop it were densely packed, closed eyes.
After his descent, the surrounding air twisted, trembled, and wailed.
The nearby grass shook and began to contort, with eyes sprouting on the leaves and mouths bearing two rows of sharp teeth.
A chaotic will was born, starting to tear and bite at the mutating creatures around it.
"Guizhang Tribe," Holy Heart said, her face turning pale at the sight, and she couldn't help but shudder.
She knew this race all too well.
It was an existence akin to a taboo.
"Guizhang signifies bad omens," Jiang Ming nodded.
He had already felt strands of evil energy assaulting him, only to be crushed effortlessly by the power he naturally exuded.
Holy Heart sensed it too and couldn't help but shrink closer to him.
