Devoured

The black Elder, dressed in a snow-white suit and barefoot in the void, was like a god who wielded the divine authority of "thunder." With a single sentence, he summoned endless thunder and lightning, a blazing white downpour that left almost no gaps as it all crashed down upon Howard.

This sickly "husband" was still immersed in his so-called intoxicating power when, the next second, he experienced what true power meant.

His pollution-mutated body turned to charred black carbon in the blink of an eye.

His soul was about to fall into "paralysis."

Tang Qi and Rose had already entered the darkness halfway. They saw the ring-shaped structure, but unlike during the gathering, it was not lively now. Only a dozen or so figures sat separately upon ancient stone chairs, each holding a crystal-like object.

Lightning runes flickered within them.

Clearly, they were supporting the chairman's eruption of Demigod Level power.

A few more figures moved about atop the structure, apparently mobilizing even greater power.

To contain a Devouring Beast, relying on a single chairman was clearly impossible. That Elder was only the initial stage; at least one more "chairman" would arrive next, and even more powerful Curios would be deployed.

Seeing this, Tang Qi's lips curled into a smile.

This was the proper way to join a secret organization. Though he himself possessed immensely powerful strength, if he charged headfirst at every event, enemy, or monster by himself, Tang Qi would probably be a corpse by now.

He had come to Saint Eagle's Nest City only to save his friend Rose Madeline. He had little interest in Howard Rowling's secret, especially that Devouring Beast.

Tang Qi had originally considered dragging Lovecraft No. 426 into his Dreamland. As the ruler there, his power would be amplified to something like that