Natas spread his arms and fell backward, slowly sinking into the towering figure behind him. As black ooze writhed, the power of the Ritual Array fused him completely with the Demon Avatar—a creature nurtured on sin.
'If Satan doesn't exist, then I'll just have to become him!'
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When Zhou Chen and Yao Hu rushed back to the church, the first thing they felt was a horrifying, savage malice. It was bone-chilling, almost suffocating.
As if heralding the coming disaster, or perhaps due to the evil radiating from the Tier Three Demon, even the moon had turned the color of blood. A bone-deep sense of oppression and a grim chill filled the air.
Above the church, dark clouds gathered. Beneath the scarlet Blood Moon, the Demon spread its pitch-black, draconic wings and looked down upon the town below—and upon the two "Special Agents" with Supernatural Abilities.
One of them was the powerhouse who had severely wounded it at the abandoned mine.
