Dragged along, they plunged into an eternal, rotting nightmare.
The nightmare descended!
Like a greedy monster, it swallowed the Group Star whole, inch by inch.
Amidst the violent shaking, the swaying light tubes flickered out.
Darkness arrived.
"That Ruler has so little Endurance," Matthes murmured with a sneer. "He's quick to unleash his Thunder from just a little prodding, isn't he? That saves me the effort..."
The nightmare rushed in like a black tide from the upper floors.
Countless dark liquids spurted from the crevices in the ceiling, slowly threatening to submerge the entire corridor.
Everything was falling into an eternal, rotten dream.
In Matthes's hand, the cane transformed into a black umbrella. It opened, shielding him from the nuisance that rained down.
In his final moments, he looked back over his shoulder.
He did not look at Huai Shi.
Instead, his gaze fell upon the cover of Beelzebub.
