"Ugh—"
The heart-wrenching screams suddenly exploded, so loud that even the Human Race True Monarchs and Demon Kings and Demon Lords clashing in combat paused to glance.
It was a wavering figure tearing at his own flesh.
It was the Grey Robed Elder Monk!
His sharp, slender fingernails had become the perfect tools for ripping flesh, tearing chunks of bloody skin away.
In the blink of an eye, the Grey Robed Elder Monk's body was stripped of good skin, turning him into a person covered in blood.
Eyelids, lips, even the bulletproof vest were peeled clean by him.
And after the initial frenzied screaming, the Grey Robed Elder Monk suddenly shifted into a low chuckle.
His eye sockets, without eyelids, were wide open, and his eyeballs trembled, making him appear filled with indescribable eeriness and terror.
The next moment.
The Grey Robed Elder Monk leaned down, and from the wooden box, he grasped a pulsating heart wrapped in blood vessels, covered in red hair.
