They all gradually sensed that something was amiss.
Chang Bailin's face was now twisted beyond human recognition by pain and fear.
It was as if his face had been viciously kneaded by the hands of a Demon.
His mouth was like a dam on the verge of collapse,
being violently torn apart by a Mysterious Power welling up from within his body.
From the black, cavernous depths of his mouth,
something unknown and horrifying was stirring restlessly,
desperate to break through its final restraint and burst out into the world.
This malevolent power was so immense
that Chang Bailin's tongue had been brutally forced down to his jawline.
The tongue, like a tortured snake writhing in agony,
twisted and squirmed against his chin, a sight too gruesome to behold.
Saliva, a murky fluid thick with fear and despair,
streamed uncontrollably from the corners of Chang Bailin's mouth.
It trickled down his pain-racked, convulsing cheeks,
