In the depths of this darkness, Shangguan Wenyan stared at the leaves with his dark red eyes, while he was tightly enveloped by darkness.

This was just the beginning. Then, Shangguan Wenyan's body began to stretch, as if being pulled arbitrarily by an invisible hand.

His bones made a chilling creaking sound, which seemed particularly jarring in the deathly darkness.

His hand slowly transformed into sharp claws, the sharp nails gleaming with a cold light, like the scythe of death.

The claws were covered with a layer of fine black down, which swayed slightly as he trembled.

On its forehead, a pair of black horns burst forth from the skin, hard and twisted. The surface of the horns was rough and uneven, as if bearing endless evil and pain.

They grew upwards with an unstoppable force, piercing his original skin, and blood flowed down his forehead, but was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

At this moment, his trousers were also torn, his thick and powerful legs were bulging with muscles, and his skin was gradually covered with black scales.

Its originally straight legs began to bend, taking on a strange shape, as if it were ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Shangguan Wenyan roared in agony, his voice echoing in the darkness, but he received no response.

His body had completely lost its human form, transforming into a terrifying monster.

His eyes turned blood red, his pupils contracted into thin slits, revealing endless madness and murderous intent.

His mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs that gleamed with a cold light as they protruded from his gums. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, making a "drip-drip" sound on the ground.

At this moment, he was no longer the handsome Shangguan Wenyan, but a terrifying being completely twisted by dark forces, enduring the immense pain brought about by the mutation of his body alone in this dark abyss.