Demonic Retribution

His body seemed to float, yet at the same time, it engulfed the very air with his fury, as if his mere existence distorted reality itself. The edges of his form twisted, and a wild, chaotic energy began to corrupt the very lines of his being, as if something unnameable was taking shape behind him.

The transformation was so intense that Vergil no longer seemed human.

Wu Tian watched, and for the first time, felt a chill run down his spine.

Vergil's skin turned a bluish-gray, cold and spectral, while his veins pulsed with an ethereal energy, flowing like the heartbeat of a primordial entity. His features grew even sharper and more intimidating, every contour of his face carrying a predatory perfection.

But the most terrifying thing was what emerged behind him.