All of a sudden, a massive shadow in shades of black and brown was plummeting swiftly from the sky.
It's the Tooth Spirit!
Bang—
The ground trembled, accompanied by filthy airwaves scattering in all directions. The decaying flesh rolled continuously on the ground, finally stopping at Rogel's feet.
Rogel stood firm and unyielding, squinting at the figure.
[Filthy Totem—Tooth Spirit]
[Type: Monster]
[Quality: Dominator]
[Level: 70]
[Tier: Angel (Pseudo)]
[Explanation: Ancient secret records once mentioned that those who eat filth will ultimately be devoured by filth itself. Tooth Spirit is the best evidence of this record. Fond of consuming filth, it had unknowingly been devoured by unknown forces, becoming the filthy totem in this region.]
Pseudo-Angel?
What kind of tier is this?
Rogel knitted his brows slightly.
He wasn't panicking in the face of the enormous danger in front of him.
