Chapter 950 - The Dark Growth

It was nightmarish, plain and simple, that man was currently in a state that barely counted as living, the tendrils of blackness, seemingly liquid, yet still and solid, were the ones doing the heavy lifting, the man's neck was still broken, head flailing about with every motion, the blood that should be flowing crimson out of the hole in his chest was darker than a moonless night, one could not tell whether his limbs moved out of his own volition, or if it was the work of the vile darkness as well.