An icy shudder ran down Adam's spine. The cleaver only confirmed what he had seen: the grotesque features of a humanoid—no, a demon's protruding fangs, ashen skin, and sharp claws. And now, this stupid Ye Feng broke its seals.
Thick miasma already seeped from the crackling cocoon, enveloping him, and soon insidious whispers would begin to poison everyone's minds...
The demonic cleaver chuckled, its voice dripping with mockery.
"Why would it whisper? I needed a wielder and someone to hide me. It doesn't. Hahaha. You've been a useful tool, but I guess that's where we part ways."
Horrified, Adam swung his arm, spatial mana splitting the air before him. Through the dark cracks, the outline of the forest's lush canopy and the figures of the inner disciples he had marked appeared.
