Under the wide-eyed gazes of the crowd.
The gentle and benevolent God, with a kind of unprecedented dark evil aura on his face, looked at the moon in the sky.
"The Blood Moon Power you forged for the Demon Race, I can feel it."
This God, filled with evil, slowly ascended into the air, spreading his arms wide, ingesting and exhaling the thick black energy of the night, restoring his energy.
"As a demon, the method of restoring energy under the night is indeed comfortable."
A slight cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The night you pride yourselves on is now also bestowed upon me."
God, who was about to exhaust his energy, began to inhale and exhale the thick Shadow Power in the night.
The earth beneath his feet tore apart, transformed into a black feathered robe.
The clouds clashed with his aura into a violent storm, falling and forming into a lake, wrapping into his black boots.
An evil will burst forth from him.
