Tunguska!
The Lord of the Deep Sea in the Nine Hells!
Within the infernal hierarchy, a terrifying existence second only to the Devil King.
Unexpectedly, the reason the Artsam Family had gradually declined was none other than the attention of this dreadful devil lord!
Almost the instant Tunguska's eyeball appeared, Xu Nan unleashed his Courage Aura!
Without the aura's protection, many of those present would likely have fallen gravely ill from a single glance from that eyeball and soon died.
A devil lord could hardly swagger into the Prime Material Plane so openly.
Tunguska's eyeball was probably merely an item, perhaps even a projection.
Yet even a projection carried such terrifying oppressive force. No wonder Atsam's descendants had been tormented half to death.
With the Kutelin People's straightforward nature, asking them to fight an army of demons was no problem, but when it came to scheming, they were certainly no match for devils.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The eyeball's gaze remained indifferent as it surveyed everyone.
But Milen on the stage was the first to collapse.
The curse upon him had fully erupted. Those blood-red patches gradually spread, and before long, crackling sounds came from within his body—the sound of bones breaking, somewhat like popcorn popping.
Yet there was little pain on Milen's face. What showed more was relief.
Perhaps this secret had been buried far too long, both for him and for the Artsam Family.
To finally be able to speak it aloud one day was perhaps the greatest release for him.
"Interesting..."
A low voice came from Tunguska's eyeball.
The next second, a beam of black light shot from the very center of the eyeball, aimed at little Molly, who held the Time Drum pocket watch.
At the same time, a mass of black smoke billowed from Milen's body