A strong desire to feed overwhelmed Gao Ming; he and the Flesh Immortal were in sync, and he understood the Flesh Immortal's excitement more than anyone else.
The enormous blood shadow was fixed on the guillotine of fate, and countless chains made of souls tightly coiled around its body. The shadow gradually became real; it was nothing like the merciful deity K had imagined, just a living person's fantasy.
The true White Bone Thousand Hands was a monster wearing a massive ram-headed mask, disguising itself with harmlessness and goodwill, living in the depths of the shadows, concealing a severed finger in its body with every person it killed.
All the gods that die in the Shadow World are extreme sins!
"Even a mere shadow is so terrifying?" The Ram-Headed Monster had been dead for a very long time, longing to be resurrected on K's body, but unfortunately, it ran into Gao Ming and the Flesh Immortal.
