The insatiable craving of the demonic cultivators for the Thirteen Palaces formed a macabre carnival of horrors.
Amidst the alluring aura of mutation, it took but a moment for nearly a hundred people to succumb to the erosion of mutation, degenerating into unspeakable abominations.
Skinny, skeletal arms tore through flesh, birthing grotesque entities one after another.
Once the inherited arts of the Ten Desires Forest led to deviation, the organ furnaces would seize the body, and desperate wails of despair echoed everywhere.
The high-level practitioners remained unmoved.
Their attention was fixed solely on the first twelve palaces, their expressions brimming with greed, paying no heed to the demonic cultivators scrambling for the Thirteenth Palace.
Before long, one after another, the demonic cultivators began climbing the palaces.
The sight of their comrades' deaths did not instill fear; instead, it fanned the flames of madness within them.
Peals of laughter rang endlessly.
