The Void Demon, lacking eyes, nose, and ears, transformed into a colossal body a million feet tall, standing angrily in the starry sky, its full mouth of fangs resembling the sharpest weapon of the Primordial, exuding an intimidating cold gleam.
Its body had not a single strand of hair, like a scorched demon, roaring continuously toward the endless battlefield ahead, venting its innate fury.
Zhenghua Evil Buddha stood atop the Void Demon, with twenty-four wooden coffins floating behind him, arranged like a fan, awe-inspiring.
"This is the real order, the order of slaughter!"
Zhenghua Evil Buddha spread his arms, murmuring with fascination.
Behind him, demonic energy swirled, forming a massive face—the very likeness of Emperor Zhoumo.
"Zhenghua, is the fallen really worthy of our trust?"
