"An out-of-control Evil God signifies its transformation into an extremely horrifying Divine creature."
"The Divine Source of Mesolia is likely... rotten food?"
As Tang Qi's thoughts raced wildly and he stepped onto the small hill of ingredients.
Whoosh!
A massive "Black Tongue," beyond imagination, suddenly shot out from the Flames, skimming right past Tang Qi's eyes, allowing him to vividly see the hard and sharp barbs that covered it, and the sharp teeth churning within the flesh.
This Black Tongue curled back and in an instant, engulfed the Molten Furnace Flames into a pitch-black gaping maw.
With a "plop", a dull sound echoed, quickly followed by the extinguishing of the Molten Furnace Flames under Tang Qi's astonished gaze.
But at this moment, his expression turned even colder.
The premonition of danger was amplified manifold.
In his perception, Mesolia's cry for help had completely vanished, meaning she could neither save herself nor call for help from anyone else.
