Chapter 293: The Eight True Demons, Tyrant Joshua Welan (Seeking Monthly Votes)
Dark clouds pervaded the sky, casting an ominous shadow over the earth.
Standing on the hillside holding a halberd, Jack Clark's golden red battle armor shimmered with radiance, surrounded by the phantasmal images of the Blood Sea Hell, his expression cold as he watched the distance.
There, the ground shattered, smoke and dust billowed, and a polluted giant beast with nearly 100 meters wide wingspan roared in the sky, its oppressive might vibrating heaven and earth amid swirling black purple devil gas.
But with a shout, "Jack Clark, I've found a perfectly preserved relic," directed at him, Jack, who had originally planned to watch the excitement, shifted his gaze slightly.
"Dare to harm the genius of the Human Race, seeking death."
With a long howl from Jack, the hillside crumbled beneath him, and with the force of the counter-shock, he soared into the sky, like a golden light beam that pierced the heavens and the earth.
Roar!