He squatted quietly for a long time before he suddenly raised his head slightly.
The skin on his temple suddenly split open, and a huge eyeball rolled up and down in his flesh.
Then, his pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at a certain place.
In the dark red Air in the distance, a mass of distorted air appeared and swirled to form a huge black shadow.
He slowly approached.
When he got closer, he could see that the shadow was actually a monster with twisted blood vessels. Countless blood vessels floated behind him like tentacles, and in front of it, there was a mask that looked like a Beijing Opera face.
It endured the spiritual pressure from the red sofa monster and slowly approached until it was thirty meters away.
The six eyes on the mask blinked, then looked elsewhere as if nothing had happened.
The spiritual radiation of the monster on the red sofa trembled slightly, vaguely expressing its strong dissatisfaction.
