The uninvited guest shattered the wall with a heavy aura of death, unleashing the mad roar power from the Devil without restraint. The chaotic air currents surged toward all directions like an impending storm.
Saqin stared at it in terror, noticing the ether reaction rivaling that of a Seeker of Glory continuously emanating from its body. From the depths of its writhing mouthparts, a dark tar seemed to churn, emitting a smell of concentrated, pungent stench.
Even if Saqin was not as knowledgeable as Hill, he instantly identified the being's identity as this world's calamity. After all, possessing such a bizarre form, immense power, and the devil's power, only those who completely devoted themselves to the Devil could gain such power.
"Damn it, this creature has the ability to tear through trajectories!"
Saqin steadied himself, watching as the monster's endless arms gradually tore open the trajectory, allowing its bloated and massive body to fill the entire space.
