The Hannya's ubiquitous masks were also tightly entangled, diverted, and neutralized by the dense tentacles covered in fine bone scales that newly sprouted from Dao Man's mutated body.
"Huh... huh..."
The deathly aura of Yomi continued to surge as Dao Man let out a breathy sound that hovered between a human's wail and a beast's roar.
His once human outline began to distort and swell, with faint black shadows writhing beneath the skin of his neck.
The layer of mist covering his face boiled wildly like rolling water, no longer a vague concealment but something more like a struggle, a manifestation of pain. From within the mist, a glaring, dark red evil light persistently pierced and shredded through, each flash revealing the unimaginably terrifying scene beneath it—
