Meng Huang's figure began to tower, swelling as if something inside could no longer be contained by its flesh, scrambling to burst out.
His skin cracked, and something rustling like quicksand continuously leaked from the fissures. Lumps of something were also sloughing off his body. With every piece that fell, a part of his humanity seemed to flake away.
In just a moment, his form had grown to over three meters tall. The empty space around him was filled by a massive, illusory silhouette, its shifting shadows writhing across the faces of everyone present.
All this was happening in plain sight, under the gazes of every member of the Meng Clan. They stared, dumbfounded and utterly bewildered.
Only a few higher-ranking clan members who knew the truth seemed to realize something, their eyes filling with terror as they looked at Meng Huang.
