The ground was dyed black-brown, the sky seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, and between heaven and earth, the only thing visible was a cold gleam shuttling back and forth, much like a poison dragon ceaselessly reaping numerous lives.
Regardless of gender, age, or species, any creature beneath this cold gleam met only one end: death.
Wisps of Demonic Qi squeezed the last bit of life force from the corpses, then rose like thick smoke, gathering in the sky and wantonly searching for a suitable host; however, the hosts Demonic Qi could capture were often devoured by the poison dragon before it could even begin to erode them.
The boundless Demonic Qi kept swirling, condensing, incorporating all the surrounding stones, soil, and trees into the options for hosts, but soon, this Demonic Qi would dissolve completely due to lack of "nourishment."
