In the next instant, the arm of the Demon King high above, towering like a pillar of the heavens, suddenly ignited with red flames, covering the entire arm and shoulder in an instant, suppressing all the demonic qi and malice.
A roar thundered across the heavens and earth, transmitted from the other side of the rift, like thunder piercing through the sky, shattering the air into fragments.
"Butuka—"
A deep and hoarse mysterious language crossed dimensions, emanating from the rift, mingled with pain and fury, as if a thousand malevolent souls were wailing, or a low growl before a volcanic eruption.
