Tap!
When Han Dong stepped into the Taoist temple, it didn't feel like stepping into the ruins of a sect but rather like arriving at some unknown demon lair.
The grey mist pervading the area flowed like water, constantly surging over Han Dong's body.
This grey,
was quite different from the grey Han Dong had experienced before...concealing a type of danger never felt before.
When Han Dong stepped over the skeletons of cultivators, arriving at the final room where the demon book was kept.
"Count!"
The scene before Han Dong gave him a shock.
The Count, due to touching the demon book, was being entirely entangled by dense liquid tentacles,
several of which even pierced into the back of his head, constantly injecting some kind of mental control substance into his brain.
Too late.
The Count was already completely controlled, exuding a horrifying aura, his tongue madly licking between his sharp teeth.
