```
He didn't even know how he died, how he had fallen.
He wanted to roar and struggle, but he couldn't move an inch. His consciousness grew more and more blurry, and it felt like he was sinking into darkness.
As the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom completely devoured Xiahou Wuwo, its roots disappeared, reverting to its original appearance—beautiful, enchanting, and flawless. No one would have suspected the horror that had just occurred.
The 'Dark Demon Corpse' that was as huge as a small mountain also seemed to have its runes dimmed considerably.
Its flickering bull horns and eyes appeared to be extinguished and turned a greyish black color.
"This..."
Lu Miaoge, Ling Zixiao, and Xu Ruyin, who was not far away, witnessed this scene with surprise and suspicion, their minds in turmoil.
On one hand, they felt the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom's methods were somewhat reminiscent of the sinister Demon Path.