The human form displayed by the Ancient Shark Lokaas stands over three meters tall, retaining deep gray shark fins on its back, with a circle of skull barnacles hanging around its neck.
The sound of its breathing is like ten tractors working together, with moist air laden with Vibrio bacteria expelled from the gills between its neck.
There is a huge crack on its abdomen, as if it has been cut and deeply scorched by something hot.
For years, it has been trapped in the shadow of war defeat, and the reason for coming here this time is not to head to the Main Material Plane but to kill these self-righteous gods to fulfill its inner revenge.
The Golden Lung Venerable looked at the Patient consumed by hatred before him and merely shook his head helplessly.
"Make your choice. As the first to step onto the stage, you may select any 'Avatar Carrier' as your opponent."
"Leading a group of puppets here pretending to give alms, but that's fine..."
