All its multitude of faces simultaneously turned towards the direction of Dao Ruins.
Without eyes, yet Dao Ruins could feel being "watched."
It was a sort of hungry, greedy "watch" tinged with a hint of curiosity and cruelty.
"Another... food..."
A broken, intermittent thought formed by countless voices and mixed Daoist Techniques, full of contradictions and madness, echoed throughout the space.
"No... you... are different..."
"On you... is the scent of 'kindred'..."
"But... you are even more 'delicious'!"
Boom!!!
The Ruins Spirit suddenly stood up from the void!
Its form eventually stabilized into a giant stitching deity, towering billions of zhang high, composed of numerous twisted Dao imprints and the black void power...
On its body grew thousands of arms, each mastering a type of polluted "Divine Technique" full of destruction and doom!
Some arms held a rusted sword condensed by the "Sword Dao Lament."
Some arms held up a magic tower built from "Array Dao ruins."
