Staring at the twisted text everywhere, Cang Ming suddenly hugged his head, feeling an overwhelming sense of grogginess as light laughter seemed to echo around him.
"Who?!"
Cang Ming bellowed, and his Primordial Spirit force burst forth explosively. His body erupted like a volcano, unleashing layers upon layers of molten lava and heat waves, as if he intended to reduce the entire house to ashes.
But as he watched the flames surge out of him, they seemingly turned into large clumps of black mud in the next moment. Countless clods of black mud burst from his pores, and his whole being seemed to exude a stench of decay from inside out.
"How can this be?"
"What in the world is happening?"
Cang Ming felt waves of nausea surge up from his chest. Opening his mouth wide in a violent heave, he saw large clumps of black mud continuously flowing out, dropping to the ground where they twisted and writhed, transforming into countless incomprehensible characters.
