Slaughterhouse of Humanity

Li Yao gazed into the distance and scanned the appearance of the Psychic Temple with the monitoring crystal cameras on the shell of the shuttle, his own vitality, and his soul.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into the enormous, vast, deep, and unpredictable force field created by the Psychic Temple.

The body of the temple was an asteroid floating in the endless sea of stars, which had been hollowed millions of years ago. Complicated honeycombs were everywhere inside the temple. Judging from the appearance, it had been shaped into the shape of a human head.

No. Not a head, but the head of another intelligent creature. The head of a devil!

It had tentacles and long hair that looked like vipers. Dense sucking discs were growing on its thick hair, which was dancing crazily in the vacuum.