The five-colored radiance brilliantly pierces through heaven and earth, cleaving this desolate realm.
Deep within the desert, a terrifying presence swiftly approaches.
Blood-red lightning explodes, tearing through the perpetual night like a deluge of bloody rain and shattered stars.
Subsequently, deep in the desert, this deathly silent expanse suddenly stirs with agitation, echoing with wailing cries, as if countless lost souls are trembling in anticipation and fear of the impending presence.
Amidst this chaos and deathly silence, a formidable figure tears forth from the blood-red lightning.
Its black hair cascades like a waterfall, wildly whipping through the air, with each strand seemingly imbued with endless power, draped in a black robe marked with the scars of time, flapping violently in the wind, surrounded by demonic qi, akin to the grasping claws of thousands of ghosts. The most shocking sight is the figure's chest—a massive blood-red hole gapes there.
