Gu Zhun's monstrous form loomed large, his body swollen with corrupted energy that twisted his flesh into something grotesque and barely human. His eyes, now burning red, glared at Yan Jin with seething hatred, his breath coming out in ragged, guttural snarls. Muscles bulged and veins throbbed as his additional limbs twitched, ready to tear apart anything that dared to oppose him.
Opposite to him, Yan Jin stood like a shadow given form. His black robes flowed like dark water, and his long hair framed the black and gold bandages that concealed his eyes. Despite his blindness, his presence was suffocating, an aura of absolute control and dominance radiating from him. Every breath he took was calm, his posture relaxed, yet exuding a sense of imminent violence.
