The terrifying, giant black claws were like the scythe of a Demon God. They tore through the very air as they passed, emitting a colossal howl that relentlessly battered Chen Pingchuan's eardrums.
Yet Chen Pingchuan remained motionless, standing quietly before the Black Demon. He watched with wide eyes as the gigantic claws, as large as a small mountain, slowly descended and completely blocked out the light above him. There was no fear in his eyes, only stunned uncertainty. If he wasn't mistaken, the King of Black Magic's gaze was extraordinarily strange. In those blood-red eyes, which should have held only rage and the desire for destruction, he saw an emotion called mockery.
As the beast's claws pressed down, the immense force violently compressed the air, whipping up a gale that not only tore through Chen Pingchuan's hair but also pressed shallow hollows into the muscles of his face. In the next second, the gigantic claws were directly above his head.
Did I guess wrong?
