In front of the Blood Pit Fortress.
The Evil God, forcefully expelled by the Abyss's will, brought immense pressure to the entire battlefield.
After all, this was a god.
It had a fundamental difference from worldly life.
Essentially different, it was more advanced, and they had an instinctual suppressive power over low-level life.
Raelia looked at the Evil God before her.
It wasn't the three-headed hound she had seen before.
This Evil God was practically the embodiment of brutality.
It rose like an upright, completely corrupted and twisted giant beast's remains from the Abyss, its unmatched massive body covered in dark scales and bone plates, as dark as congealed blood and rugged as shattered mountain rocks.
Its image was extremely arrogant.
The head was hideous, with several pairs of giant, twisted, ominously black horns, seemingly piercing through the sky.
