Hannibal temporarily unlocked the shackles on his hands, keeping his ankles bound and still wearing his prison uniform. He pulled a pair of disposable gloves from his waistband, put them on, and gently stroked the prison fissure that had been cleaved open before putting his fingers stained with black water into his mouth.
It was like eating some kind of high-quality honey, leaving him wanting more.
"Ahh~ Such intense, unassembled, unreconstructed Primal Malice... The evil bred within a single person can actually reach this level.
Even if the parasites have lowered the quality of the ingredients, it might still be acceptable.
I never expected you could still surprise me at this level. It seems my vision was too narrow. You aren't a fish on a Cutting Board, but something of a higher order.
Let's see what you really intend to do, and how many surprises you can give me."
Hannibal stepped out of the containment facility and breathed in the long-missed air. The skin across his body wriggled along with him.
If Ruben came here, he would discover that Hannibal was already different from the man he had been back then. His voluntary confinement in the lowest level of Seven-Layered Heaven all these years had not merely been for idleness and the enjoyment of solitude.
Hannibal had always been consolidating his position as an "Apex Predator."
Sniffing Yi Chen's scent again, he leaped straight to the highest level of Seven-Layered Heaven.
The archangel stationed there and the numerous six-winged angels were slaughtered in an instant, without even the chance to catch their breath.
But Yi Chen was not there. He had gone to another God Domain.
Hannibal walked with practiced familiarity into the teleportation chamber of the Heavenly Palace. Three teleportation gates hovered there, each displaying a three-dimensional image and