Chapter 427: The Mad King Draws His Sword

Leonard Churchill, although he didn't know what Pursuer of Light Faro's plan was, wasn't the least bit surprised to see a person emerge from the pottery jar.

After all, Leonard himself had two jars on him, and he had always been curious about how exactly they were used.

Ancient relics capable of sealing Outer Gods would never be simple.

At that moment, he somewhat comprehended the use of the Spell Clay Pot; was it meant to lock down this universe once activated, preventing the escape of Outer Gods?

Leonard couldn't be sure, but it seemed to be the case.

In the instant when a twisting vortex appeared on the jar, a hundred-meter-tall Werewolf Illusion suddenly manifested in the sky, which had been empty moments before.

Leonard looked up but couldn't make out Its face.

Instead, he was intimidated on the spot by the wild, savage, and primal aura.

It was like the first time he saw the writing of a Superior Demon; his mind couldn't imprint the appearance his eyes were seeing.