The black pillar of smoke formed by the Death Spirits is being swallowed by the black hole.
Each time the black hole devours more of it, its mouth expands outward.
At the same time, Muye... perhaps should not be called Muye anymore.
What appeared in front of Ning Fan was a monster about three meters tall.
The monster looked exactly like the devils depicted in the murals of the Netherworld Nation,
with skin of dark red, eyes as large as copper bells, and two tusks resembling those of a wild boar jutting out high from the corners of its mouth, while the other teeth interlocked like daggers.
On the monster's chest appeared ten faces.
Ning Fan glanced at the corpses not far away, and these ten faces looked identical to those of ten young girls.
At this time, the projection of the Netherworld Monarch seemed somewhat dazed, with its mouth agape, drooling profusely.
Each drop of saliva, like lava, burned small bubbling holes into the ground.
