In the depths of the void, an indescribable darkness suddenly emerged.
It was a grotesquely twisted shadow, surging towards the Flesh and Blood Demon Buddha in an eerie and unpredictable manner.
These shadows were like tangible fear—formless and insubstantial, yet they corroded everything with absolute certainty.
They flooded into the Demon Buddha's body like a tide, as if entering a long-missed hunting ground.
The Flesh and Blood Demon Buddha's insides were instantly filled with darkness. Those shadows rampaged within as if thousands of invisible hands were viciously tearing at his soul and flesh.
The ensuing scream that shattered the silence was filled with terror and despair, piercing straight into the sky.
The Flesh and Blood Demon Buddha's eyes bulged, his face twisted in agony, his hands frantically clawing at his own skin, trying to tear the invading darkness from within him.
