Mi Tian's massive claw ruthlessly reached for the Heavenly Gate.
As if tangible, thick black mist boiled violently the moment the giant claw emerged, bubbling like boiling water.
Meanwhile, as the giant claw drew nearer to the Heavenly Gate,
strange changes erupted once again on the bizarre, white-haired arm; it ignited into rolling green flames that resembled ghost fires from the Netherworld,
in the blink of an eye, covering the entire arm, as if thousands of wraiths' resentments were condensed together.
Looking onwards, there lay an unimaginable curtain of flames, exaggerated to the extreme.
Beings either lacking in strength or with fragile will, just by looking at those green flames, could instantly lose their minds and become lost within themselves.
Such was the terror of the darkness, always abyssal, where a slight misstep could lead them astray.
