The gills on its face tremble unceasingly, countless wailing heads roll forth from the mud, and the monster bellows ferociously.
The slender shadow in its grasp struggles constantly, yet it remains unable to break free.
Suddenly, it halted its actions, its hollow eyes gazing at the crimson.
The next moment.
A vast amount of black mist began to appear, a frail figure swaying within the black mist. The figure was not tall but brimming with authority. Though there was only one shadow, it seemed surrounded by six elusive residual shadows.
He stood there, as if a great moon rose behind him that could not be looked upon directly, causing the surrounding air to become thin. Thunder seemed to be brewing between his fallen arms.
"Hmph!!" the tall monster snorted coldly, the gills on its face opening and closing.
A chilling and damp aura erupted from it, sweeping away the black mist and the frail silhouette within an instant like a passing storm.
"Yàn! You are truly mad!"
