Prince Black Li
Redakteur: Larbre Studio
The various Saints below the altar all felt the powerful Holy Qi ripples and looked up.
Sizzle, sizzle.
Dozens of Saint Beasts rushed out of the lava. When they reached the bottom of the altar, the people finally saw clearly that it was a group of cats. There were more than 30 of them, each one a Saint.
Some cats were the size of fists, like small fuzzy balls. Others were several hundred feet tall. They were covered in dragon scales and had Divine Dragon-like heads.
Qing Mo pointed at a black cat and exclaimed softly, "It's Blackie."
"It's not Blackie. How can it be so thin?" Zhang Ruochen shook his head.
There was indeed a black cat within the crowd. Compared to Blackie, it was thin and lean. It had a cloud of black smoke around it. Its eyes were sharp and it walked slowly, like the god of death strolling through Hell.