It was an enormous head, with a greenish skin, an ugly and fierce appearance, and a bald scalp covered with numerous lumps. The surface of the lumps was stretched thin and round, almost see-through, with a hint of green pus visible inside.
Two sharp tusks protruded from its upper lip, glimmering with a cold, eerie light.
Even though it was already a fallen Divine Spirit's corpse, and just a head at that, the moment Ronin and Bobben faced it up close, they still felt an indescribable pressure surging towards them.
An intangible will invaded the depths of their Sea of Consciousness, turning into vague prayers and chants that constantly circled, trying to bend their will!
Bobben snorted coldly, mobilizing his Spiritual Power to instantly dispel the will from his mind.
At the same time, Ronin's eyes only flickered briefly before quickly regaining clarity.
"Even a dead Divine Spirit possesses such formidable power; I can't imagine how terrifying one alive would be."
Ronin sighed.
