A gruesome scene unfolded before everyone's eyes. Gasps filled the air as Lady Ling's body began to wither.
Her skin shrank, veins turning black as every trace of life drained out of her.
The color in her cheeks vanished until she looked like a hollow shell, an empty vessel collapsing under divine judgment.
Then, something even more horrifying happened.
A shadowy mist rose from her chest, twisting and swirling until it took the form of a blackened soul... its edges flickering with strange violet light.
The crowd stared in shock, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
That soul was unlike anything mortal. It pulsed with corruption, its cries echoing faintly across the terrace like the wail of a dying spirit.
Before anyone could react, Chang Yin raised his hand. His expression was calm, but his eyes gleamed with divine wrath. A golden light burst from his palm, wrapping around the blackened soul like chains of light.
