Caine landed heavily on wooden floors, the impact reverberating through the chamber.
Immediately, his body convulsed, and he vomited a thick stream of blood mixed with black goo that seeped from his pores.
Sweat drenched his frame as he shivered, his breath ragged. His body felt foreign, as if it were on the verge of collapse.
'What… What just happened to me?'
He understood, of course, that his actions had angered the world enough to summon a tribulation. But this… this was unlike anything he had faced before. The skies opening alone had almost killed him. He didn't even dare to think about what kind of monstrosity had been forming in the heavens.
Within him, his life and death qi surged, clashing chaotically, the echoes of their conflict rumbling through his body as they worked to shatter the Demonic Will raging within him.
