"Thunder?" Including Jiandun, the other five enormous Buddhas all lifted their heads to look, only to find that the half-moon that had just been exposed in the sky had vanished without a trace.
The entire sky was engulfed by dark clouds, roiling and churning, with strange sounds constantly emanating from within. It sounded like thunder, but it was absolutely not the sound of thunder.
COUGH, COUGH. Feeling short of breath, Li Huowang coughed dryly several times before staggering and collapsing to the ground.
Lying on the ground, he raised his head toward the heavens. There, within those black clouds, Li Huowang finally saw his Master again—he was just as grotesque as before.
Black, blood-slicked feathers sprouted from his skin. Where his head should have been, the flesh split open, revealing three faces of different ages.
Now, in addition to his original organs, his bulging frame had also sprouted other, utterly inhuman appendages.
