Tearing the Divine Thunder, at the moment Zhou Bai shouted explosively, countless twisted shadows surrounded his body, accompanied by the distortion of light, ground, and air, emitting a breathtaking aura.
Shadows in the air arched around him, called to him, encircled him.
Invisible hands extended from void fissures, gently touching and caressing Zhou Bai's flesh.
"Zhou Bai…"
"Zhou… Bai…"
"zzzzz...iiiiii...ooooo..."
The whispering, like a sob or complaint, distorted through the air, turned into indistinguishable noise.
Zhou Bai's pupils seemed to turn entirely black, within which countless pairs of Zhou Bai's eyes opened, and within those eyes were more eyes, as if countless silhouettes gazed at him.
The ground began to undulate, and countless black impurities seeped out, revealing faces covered in filth.
It seemed as if everything around Zhou Bai was being twisted, being infiltrated.
