Chapter 915 - Devils from Sector 3

Just like Hazon, Barkial had been forced to display the full extent of his might. His body warped into a colossus of living nightmare, a towering monstrosity so vast that mountains looked like rubble beneath his steps. His form was a grotesque mass of bloated, scarred red flesh, bound tightly by chains of gold and iron that clinked and dragged across his bulk like trophies from long-forgotten wars. Jagged blackened armor clung to parts of his body, as though grafted into his flesh, amplifying his already terrifying presence.