At this time, a hundred-meter-tall humanoid creature stood at the entrance to the Abyssal Plane.
The creature wore a suit of massive black Armor and held a giant scythe forged from some unknown material. Its silent presence alone made it seem like the very core of the world, exuding an oppressive aura as heavy as a mountain.
But the most terrifying feature was the single horn on its head. A black light swirled around it, making it seem as if the surrounding Space was on the verge of shattering.
Behind it stood a dense horde of Mutated Zombies. Zombies are typically chaotic and disorderly, and even those that mutate and cooperate are no exception.
But now, these Mutated Zombies were arranged in neat formations, just like a human army.
They hardly dared to breathe. Their intelligent eyes were all fixed in terror upon the towering figure before them.
"My, my, Hundred Refinements. Still as strict as ever with your underlings, I see!" At that moment, a flirtatious laugh echoed.
