"Shouldn't speak, shouldn't speak, the power of Holy Light that restrains death and darkness is truly strong."
The death fog was baptized by the Holy Light, and in almost an instant, a third of it had dissipated, and with the wash of the Holy Light rain, the entire fog was being purified bit by bit.
In just about ten seconds, the death fog that originally covered and concealed the Patchwork Monster workshop had completely vanished, and the situation inside the workshop was fully exposed.
"Eh, is this a Demon Imp? No, wrong, a Fel Imp? Also wrong, an Undead Imp?"
This was an Imp over two meters tall, but its skin was ashen, its flesh bore signs of rot, and its originally demonic eyes now flickered with twin flames of ink-green Soul Fire.
The reason Zi Liyuan thought it was an Imp was because beside this Epic Boss stood six Lord Bosses, each under one meter twenty, resembling Demon Imps and Fel Imps.
