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The Wei Family is too weak, and the Meng Family lacks the foundation to pull off something so intricate. That left only one bitter, manipulative old hag with enough hatred and cunning." His gaze flicked pointedly toward Matriarch Fu. "You."

Matriarch Fu\'s expression twisted into a vicious snarl, her staff crackling with dark energy as her corrupted aura flared violently. The corrupted warriors behind her seethed with an unsettling hunger, their energies pulsating like a dying heartbeat, synchronized with the decaying core of the vein.

"You insolent brat," she hissed, her voice a low rasp filled with venom. "I have planned for this cell for fourteen long years. I\'ve sacrificed more than you can imagine. Do you really think you can stop me?"

Without waiting for a response, Matriarch Fu lunged forward, her corrupted energy erupting in a wave of black and crimson. Nie Li and Purple Spear Meng were quick to follow, their combined force creating a deadly trifecta aimed directly at Yan Jin.

Nie Li\'s golden spear cut through the air, blazing with the brilliance of his Gold Warrior aura, while Purple Spear Meng\'s amethyst energy surged forward like a tidal wave of destruction.

The attacks converged on Yan Jin with terrifying speed, a cataclysm of raw power aimed at obliterating him where he sat. But just as they struck, Yan Jin\'s form rippled—his body dissolving like smoke in the wind, vanishing into thin air as if he were nothing more than a mirage.

"Illusion!" Nie Li shouted, his voice edged with frustration and confusion. He frantically scanned the room, his senses on high alert, but the ground beneath them began to warp and shift as though reality itself were being torn apart.

The once grand and otherworldly core room, filled with crystalline light and radiant veins of energy, suddenly shattered like glass. The facade fell away, revealing the true, horrifying nature of their surroundings—a nightmarish cavern, rotting and diseased.

The walls were mottled with dark, pulsating masses of corrupted plasma, oozing like festering wounds that dripped with a sickly, viscous substance. Tendrils of corruption snaked along the ground, twisting and curling like grotesque vines, their surfaces slick with an oily sheen that glowed faintly with a malevolent light.

The core itself, once a majestic crystallized heart, now appeared as a dying, withered husk. Its glow was dim and flickering, like a fading ember on the verge of extinction. Dark veins ran through it, throbbing weakly as corrupted energy pulsed in irregular, arrhythmic bursts.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, mingled with a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat, making each breath feel heavy and suffocating.1

Corrupted plasma cells floated through the air, their surfaces covered in writhing tendrils and jagged protrusions that crackled with dark energy. They drifted aimlessly, aimlessly drawn toward the dying core as if trying to feed on its remaining scraps of life.

The entire cavern seemed alive, a monstrous, breathing entity that hungered for vitality but was instead consuming itself in a slow, agonizing death.

The air vibrated with a low, ominous hum, like the sound of distant machinery struggling against its own rusted gears. The walls shivered and pulsed, veins of corruption throbbing in a sickening rhythm that echoed the core\'s feeble heartbeat. Shadows twisted unnaturally, moving against the light and giving the impression of unseen creatures lurking just beyond the edge of vision.

The ground underfoot was slick and treacherous, coated in a thin layer of dark, viscous liquid that bubbled and hissed as if alive with its own malignant intent.

The scene was grotesque, a vision of rot and ruin that spoke of lost hope and unending decay. It was a twisted mockery of the once glorious chamber, now reduced to a nightmarish pit that radiated despair. It felt as though they had stepped into the bowels of a dying beast, where every breath was tainted, and every surface seethed with corruption.

Matriarch Fu, Nie Li, and Purple Spear Meng recoiled in shock, their confident postures faltering as they took in the sight. The once stable reality they fought for was nothing but an elaborate deception, crumbling into the decayed, corrupted truth before their eyes.

Matriarch Fu\'s composure cracked, her eyes wide with fury and disbelief as she realized the extent of Yan Jin\'s manipulation. "Mass Illusion? Impossible." she snarled, her voice tinged with a mix of rage and fear.

Yan Jin\'s laughter echoed through the cavern, disembodied and mocking, reverberating off the corrupted walls. His voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, a haunting sound that chilled the air. "You all clamor for power, blinded by your ambitions," he taunted, his tone dripping with disdain. "But here, in the belly of this dying beast, you see what your greed has wrought.

This is the reality you\'ve chosen—a city of rot and ruin."

The corrupted core, now an unstable, pulsating entity of dark energy, began to shudder violently, sending tremors through the cavern walls and the ground above. Veins of corruption, thick and throbbing like diseased arteries, spread outward from the dying heart of the core, snaking through the underground with an insidious, relentless drive.

These veins, pulsing with malevolent energy, were a sickly blend of dark purples and deep reds, lined with jagged, thorn-like protrusions that glowed with a faint, eerie light. They twisted and coiled, breaking through layers of rock and earth, breaching the surface of Pine City with an explosive force.

Above ground, the first signs of the catastrophe were felt as the streets began to heave and crack, the corrupted veins bursting forth like grotesque serpents emerging from their lairs. They slithered across the cobblestones and paved roads, leaving trails of blackened, smoldering residue in their wake.

From these open wounds in the cityscape, corrupted plasma cells spewed forth—warped, pulsating orbs of malevolent energy that buzzed with a high-pitched whine. Their surfaces were covered in dark, writhing tendrils that lashed out at anything within reach, burning and corroding whatever they touched.

The first screams rang out in the market square as panicked citizens scrambled to avoid the erupting veins. A plasma cell collided with a nearby vendor\'s cart, igniting it in a burst of dark flames that crackled and hissed, releasing noxious fumes into the air. The cart was consumed in an instant, reduced to ash as the corrupted flames spread rapidly, leaping from one structure to another.

Wooden beams splintered and collapsed, and stone walls blackened and crumbled under the relentless assault.

"Run! It\'s everywhere!" someone shouted, their voice high and frantic, barely audible over the roar of spreading fires.

The once orderly streets of Pine City were thrown into chaos as corrupted plasma cells darted through the air like grotesque fireflies, their movements erratic and violent. They crashed into buildings, shattering windows and ripping through walls, leaving burning trails in their wake. Flames spread in jagged, unnatural patterns, fueled by the dark energy that tainted everything it touched.

The sky above Pine City turned a sickly hue, a mix of dark smoke and unnatural light that flickered like a dying ember.

Explosions rocked the city as corrupted plasma cells detonated on impact, their corrupted energy releasing violent bursts that shattered stone and sent debris flying. The sounds of chaos echoed through the air—shattering glass, the crackling of fire, and the deep, rumbling groans of structures buckling under the strain.

People stumbled and fell, tripping over each other in their desperate bid for safety. The ground quaked beneath them, adding to the sense of disorientation and terror.

"Help! Please!" a young woman screamed, clutching a child to her chest as she dodged the tendrils of a plasma cell that slashed dangerously close, leaving a burning mark on the cobblestone path.

The city\'s protective barriers, hastily erected by local guards and mages, flickered weakly, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the corruption. Bolts of corrupted energy struck them repeatedly, splintering the magical defenses with each impact. One barrier, glowing a feeble blue, shattered with a deafening crack, sending shards of energy raining down on the terrified crowds below.

"Fall back! Evacuate the perimeter!" guards shouted, their commands barely heard over the pandemonium. They pushed against the tide of fleeing citizens, trying to form some semblance of order amid the madness, but their efforts were futile against the unrelenting spread of the corrupted forces.

Fires raged uncontrollably, consuming homes and businesses in a relentless blaze that lit the night sky. The scent of burning wood and scorched flesh filled the air, choking and acrid, making each breath a struggle. Above the din, the faint sound of a bell rang—an alarm, calling for the city\'s defenders to rally, though its rhythm was drowned out by the chaos unfolding around them.

In the city square, a grand fountain—a once serene and elegant centerpiece—was overrun by the creeping corruption. Its water turned murky and dark, bubbling ominously as corrupted plasma cells swarmed it, releasing tendrils that writhed and twisted, latching onto anything that came close.

Statues cracked and crumbled, their faces distorted into grotesque, unrecognizable forms as the corruption spread, infecting even the stone.

"Get to the gates! Get out of the city!" a soldier yelled, his armor dented and scorched as he fought to hold back a writhing plasma cell with his shield. But his voice was swallowed by the chaos as another explosion tore through a nearby building, sending a shockwave that knocked him and those around him to the ground.

The once-proud city was now a battlefield of fire and shadow, its streets overrun with corrupted plasma cells and its sky choked with dark smoke. Every corner of Pine City seemed to be under attack, and there was no safe haven. The screams of the wounded and dying mingled with the unearthly screech of the corrupted cells, creating a nightmarish cacophony that echoed through the city\'s burning ruins.