Ye Yang's initial shock faded, replaced by a tense understanding. Hell's words, however unbelievable, rang with a chilling certainty.
He looked at the monstrous floating body before them, its violet light now beginning to shift, a sickly red hue creeping across its unnatural skin.
The transformation wasn't complete; it was still changing, growing, becoming something even more terrifying.
"That guy," Hell said, his voice low and hard, the playful lilt entirely absent, "made a pact with a demon. Now, that demon is using his body as a vessel to manifest in this world."
A pact with a demon. The concept was foreign to him, he had heard of demonic cultivators but this was his first time seeing a real demon or a pact with a demon... Ye Yang struggled to fully understand it.
