In the alchemy room, the black clothed man was surrounded by a surge of black energy, like an inky black cloud obscuring the rafters. Upon closer inspection, this so-called "black cloud" was actually composed of countless tiny black insects intertwined.
Each insect was glossy and pitch-black, their needle-sized bodies with sharp mouthparts glinting with a cold, chilling light, producing a dense "sizzling" sound as they squirmed, piercing and hair-raising.
Within mere moments, the black insects filled the entire alchemy room. The spiritual herbs on the ebony medicine rack were instantly gnawed into powder, jade bottles shattered, and soon turned into black sludge. The previously rich medicinal aroma in the room was completely replaced by a putrid stench.
The man raised his hand to push open the alchemy room door, and the "black cloud" surged out like floodwaters, rapidly spreading along the corridor.
