The black clouds above Sovereign Peak tore open as the lunar eclipse aligned into a ring of burning crimson.
A suffocating, dark red light cascaded down from the zenith of the sky, drenching the broken marble courtyard in the color of fresh arterial blood.
The air turned heavy and thick with the stench of boiling iron, forcing the surviving disciples along the lower stairs to drop to their knees, their hands clawing at their throats as the atmospheric pressure surged tenfold.
In the center of the terrace, Su Rou stepped directly into the focal beam of the crimson moonlight, throwing her head back in wild, manic ecstasy.
CRACK... SQUEAL... SPLAT.
Her physical form convulsed violently as the pure, unbridled lunar miasma poured directly into her open meridians.
The jet-black scales alon
