"GAGA... Puny human, you are destined to become my food!"
"Trash! Fool! Do you really think you can resist?"
Within Jiang Jichen's Sea of Consciousness, the ugly face of the Hell Evil Spirit materialized, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it shrieked with twisted glee.
It was ecstatic, for another human soul was about to become its meal.
"Is that so? I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you!"
But then, a voice echoed through the world of his Sea of Consciousness, answering the Hell Evil Spirit.
At the same time, a figure emerged.
A seven-colored light wreathed its entire body. The radiance was dazzling and searing, imbuing the figure with an unparalleled sanctity.
Like a Celestial God descended, like an emperor gracing the mortal world!
The Hell Evil Spirit, which had been shrieking with arrogance just moments before, was suddenly stunned.
A look of terror spread across its ugly face.
