[It is born!]
[The fifth King!]
[The new Demon King!]
[Dark Wing, Fermont!]
From somewhere, four hollow voices arose, echoing in this bloody space full of Demon Qi.
The faces on the ground and in the sky screamed silently, rivers of blood boiled, and streams of tangible yet intangible auras rose from the scattered corpses on the ground, all surging toward that giant hand.
It seemed as if the deaths of everyone in the Eagle Group were passing through the giant hand, transforming into nourishment for some kind of creature being nurtured within.
Sali looked at this scene, and a sudden suspicion arose in his heart. Could it be that if they were to conquer this Painting World, they needed to protect as many Eagle Group members as possible to delay the opening of the giant hand?
But now, with so few people surviving on the battlefield, it meant that they probably failed this time.
Damn it, if only I had realized it sooner! He gritted his teeth.