BOOM~ BOOM~
Winds howled and muffled thunder boomed.
Oppressive black clouds blanketed the island, gathering into a vast, unholy storm.
In the heart of the storm cloud stood a massive shadow, over fifty meters tall. Countless tendrils of black qi wreathed its body, obscuring its face; all that was visible were the dense masses of arms encircling its torso. It stood poised above the island, its terrifying aura churning space itself and sending out vast ripples.
Black qi surged from every single arm. The skin was a deathly pale, covered in strange markings and radiating Death Qi. The hands varied—some were slender, some were thick, some were meaty, some had eight fingers, some had ten.
The terrifying pressure radiating from the massive shadow could be felt from over ten kilometers away.
"It's the Thousand-armed Evil God!"
Hai Wujang's pupils shrank. With a flash of light, a long, gilded rod materialized in his hand.
