In the profound darkness,
the Evil Spirit silently intertwined with Gao Yimin.
This was no simple fusion, but a cruel and painful process of invasion.
Gao Yimin's body had become a battlefield for the Evil Spirit to ravage at will.
Beneath her skin,
endless tentacles grew and expanded with frenzied madness,
like countless foul-smelling vipers, greedily devouring every inch of space within her.
Her skin was stretched to the brink of bursting, and a pain like searing fire burned her nerves, almost unbearable.
Even more terrifying, the tentacles, as if alive, spread madly along her blood vessels toward her throat.
They pushed through her windpipe and crowded her esophagus, causing Gao Yimin to feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
Her lungs felt as if they were being tightly squeezed by an invisible force, making every breath agonizingly difficult.
Her face turned crimson from the lack of oxygen, then a terrifying shade of purple.
