The enormous skull that had just shrunken into the whirlwind of air reemerged, writhing in pain once again.
But this time,
no sooner had its head appeared than it was seized back by an even larger hand.
Immediately after,
from inside the dark whirlwind, there emanated a chilling sound of chewing, and blood splattered out, red mingled with black.
Following that,
a scorching breath could be felt as it bore through the whirlwind.
A hand larger than the giant skull before it reached out from within the whirlwind.
That hand was devoid of skin, covered in muscle and sinew, and in the gaps of the muscle fibers, numerous flames of pitch black could be seen.
The pitch-black flames blazed upon his arm.
Burning the air, they hissed audibly.
At the moment this hand appeared,
Elder Deng, who had been unconcerned until now, suddenly underwent a change of heart, his expression shifting as he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"What in the world is this?"
