Chapter 432: Hundred-Headed Shooter·Apocalypse

Can three Demigods stop his vengeance?

What a preposterous statement!

However, every player besieging him did not underestimate him.

They could all feel the deep-seated hatred and resentment within him.

Endless malice seemed to take form, and countless wailing souls let out silent roars behind him.

He had come for vengeance, and any enemy standing in front of him would be swallowed by the Evil Black Mud.

"Evil Black Mud... is as unyielding and resolute as his true self. No wonder it forged such a troublesome existence. It even harnessed the Black Mud Divinity." The handsome youth whispered with a sigh.

He had once studied the Black Mud Divinity with his Contractor during the Seven Kings War, but the twisted malice was not something that humans could control.

It was the embodiment of all human malice, and the user must first bear that endless malice and distortion.

However, this power had created a figure who was close to being an Evil God.