Stare into the abyss in the dark. 58: Chapter Fifty-Eight
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As the middle-aged man's fervent chanting grew louder, the wounds on his body began to gush fresh blood like a breached river. The blood formed a terrifying vortex around him, seemingly devouring everything in its vicinity. Every movement and incantation from the man appeared to be triggering abnormal changes in the surrounding space. 0
 
This invisible yet formidable force started to affect the entire space, slowly pushing Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng back. Despite their efforts to stand their ground, they found themselves as if caught in a powerful force field, making it increasingly difficult to approach the middle-aged man. The space was filled not only with a bloody scent but also an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the entire world was becoming distorted and deformed in that moment. 0
 
 
The middle-aged man's body gradually became twisted and blurred in the vortex of blood, but he continued his prayers and incantations. His voice pierced through the blood mist, filled with madness and obsession, as if calling upon some unimaginable power. Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng could only watch helplessly, feeling a deep sense of despair. 0
 
As the incantations continued, strange distortions and deformations began to appear in the space around the middle-aged man, as if another dimension was slowly opening. Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng realized that this terrifying ritual might bring unforeseen consequences, but they were powerless to stop it. 0
 
 
In the face of that powerful and irresistible force, Su Jianyang felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. His body slowly retreated, pushed by an invisible force field, filled with confusion and despair. He looked at the middle-aged man, at his distorted face and the chaotic swirl of blood, feeling as if he were trapped in an inescapable nightmare. The man's prayers grew louder, each word carrying a soul-tearing power. He felt a deep fear, a fear that began to erode his soul. 0
 
His thoughts became confused, a sense of despair spreading within him. He began to doubt whether he could truly resist this evil force. He felt his strength gradually fading, as if an invisible hand were slowly tightening around his throat. 0
 
 
Su Jianyang's anger and unwillingness in his heart slowly transformed into a kind of helpless acceptance. He realized that no matter how he struggled, it seemed that everything had been destined. He felt a deep sense of helplessness and sadness, filled with fear of the unknown outcome. 0
 
The figure of the middle-aged man became increasingly blurred in the blood mist, but his voice still clearly reached Su Jianyang's ears, carrying an indescribable dignity and madness. His prayers became more and more intense, as if communicating with some unseen force, summoning an unknown and terrifying presence. 0
 
 
Su Jianyang felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair. He knew that whatever he did now seemed insignificant. He didn't know what the middle-aged man was trying to summon, nor did he know what impact all of this would have on Qing Town or even the entire world. His eyes began to hollow out, and all hope and determination seemed to vanish at that moment. He could only quietly observe, waiting for the unknown conclusion to unfold. 0
 
The middle-aged man's incantation reached its peak, his voice changing unpredictably from deep beastly roars to childish baby cries, each sound filled with ominous and chaotic energy. These sounds seemed to come from the darkest, most primal depths of fear, carrying indescribable strangeness and evil. 0
 
 
His body also began to undergo a transformation, contorting and convulsing as if enduring unimaginable pain. His expression wildly fluctuated, from extreme agony to maniacal joy, and then to unfathomable Darkness. Each change in expression seemed to stimulate the onlookers' souls, causing extreme discomfort. The incantations sounded like echoes from the abyss, each word filled with ominous power. His voice seemed to directly affect the depths of the soul, with each word piercing Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng like a sharp blade, evoking deep despair and unease. 0
 
His body, in its continual transformation, displayed abnormal terror. His face contorted into one terrifying visage after another, each representing different fears and madness. His limbs seemed no longer bound by conventional physical laws, contorting and stretching at unnatural angles, causing viewers extreme terror. 0
 
 
The middle-aged man's every breath seemed to be revealing a dark secret, his breath appeared to be able to corrode the surrounding air. His eyes sometimes seemed empty and lifeless, and at other times they flickered with an evil light, as if containing unfathomable Darkness within. 0
 
The flesh and blood on the table and floor around him began to churn under his incantation, as if alive. The flesh and blood seemed to resonate with his voice, starting to twist and form countless mouths and eyes, all greedily absorbing the fear and pain in the air. 0
 
 
In this state of madness, the existence of the middle-aged man seems to transcend the limits of the physical body, becoming a terrifying embodiment. He seems to embody fear itself, displaying all the horrifying things. Every action of his carries a deep sense of evil and destructiveness, oppressing the minds of those present. 0
 
In this moment, it seems that everything extreme, everything that can cause the most profound disgust in living beings, he embodies and manifests. Filth, disgust, lewdness, cruelty - the middle-aged man at this moment is like fear itself. 0
 
 
 
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