"Yes." The black-robed servant nodded slightly, pushing the Divine Messenger into the center of the Hexagram, intending to have him devour the man.
Suddenly, two enormous eyes surfaced from the mist, staring directly at the disciples and the divine messenger on the rooftop.
The enormous head cast a large shadow, hanging over everyone on the rooftop.
Its head alone was two meters in length, with an extremely odd, rigid smile—a wholly unnatural expression for a living being.
Despite having spent long hours with the strange, the black-robed individuals still felt their hearts skip a beat at this sight, retreating in terror at the sight of this giant face.
The man in the centre of the hexagram was already in tears and snot, clueless as to how the day had unfolded into this chaos.
"Are you the Divine Messenger?" The head sized up the blob on the rooftop from top to bottom, arching an eyebrow.
