The second floor of the Abyss had entirely become a battlefield, and the "fishing" play had come to a complete end with the collective hooking of the sharks.
Now, it was a matter of whether people had eaten the fish, or the fish had gnawed at people.
"You demons, pathetic and pitiable—why gather here for no reason? The Heavenly Master is here; you ants should retreat quickly!"
The entire sky was covered in dark clouds, and a middle-aged, bearded man in a Taoist robe floated in midair.
He dressed as if he stepped straight out of a zombie movie, but he was enveloped in thunder, holding a peachwood sword in one hand and a Soul-Attracting Bell in the other.
"...Brother Zhong is having an episode again."
"Ha, as if there's ever a time when he doesn't have one."
This man, the "King of Drama," Zhong Shuen... or should I say "Thunder Heavenly Master," Third Son Zhong, brought with him a strong sense of temporal dislocation.