Just as Enihilus’s voice fell, everyone’s gaze grew cold. Up to this moment, the situation was almost completely out of control. They simply didn’t have the time to go look for Bladevessel and the Realm Spirit. But in the wake of Enihilus’s command, two silhouettes emerged from the nothingness like demons, quietly appearing at Enihilus’s side.

The present Enihilus was already five meters tall, the colors black and red intertwining all over his body. With the sound of his skin fracturing apart, sharp black bony horns grew out from his entire form. His eyes were now pure-black, only a thread of white left in the middle. He was unlike a man, and more akin to a devil of western myth.

And as his figure swelled, the Dream Walker behind him also let loose a world-shaking scream. Rays of black and white fog frantically gushed into Enihilus’s seven apertures. Following this influx of fog, the monk grew larger and larger. Thirty seconds later, a furious roar seemed to quake the entire palace hall.

There was no longer any trace in sight of the Dream Walker behind Enihilus. The bony black horns grew all over Enihilus, and all his joints twisted back. Long hair that was a mix of some white, red, and black sprouted out from him. His entire...