As the portal to the Blessed Land opened, the shadow at the entrance kept writhing, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, like a twisted ball of yarn.
It's not just that this creature has many heads.
Its body is also full of segments, and like its heads, each limb has seven smaller limbs, finally forming a dense mass.
Baiyu's Spirituality did not detect any life at the entrance.
This shadow.
Clearly isn't real life, it doesn't even have any power, just a simple shadow, as for the specific reason for its formation, Baiyu is not clear.
"The Blessed Land opens, and then there's Machima over there, won't Central City be thrown into chaos?"
Baiyu felt a deep sense of crisis.
He had witnessed the scene when the Blessed Land of the Great City was opened.
