The Impure, the true ruler among the trinity of the Sovereigns of Filth.
Even if its true form sneaks into this world, it can still exert up to Level 14 power.
"The savior of a futile struggling world, become one with me here." It said.
The domain of the Legendary Tier seems unexhibited, but in reality, it's not the case; this place is its territory, this partitioned, contaminated space has long transformed into its domain.
Filthy impurity began to drip from the dark sky, like black blood oozing from corroded objects, carrying highly corrosive power, descending like bizarre rain.
These raindrops fell on the Faceless Ones.
The originally featureless Faceless Ones began to change under the "catalysis" of the raindrops.
Cracks appeared on their bodies like openings, with a mass of filth crawling out from the wounds, merging with them.
