Gusha Lokaias's humanoid form stood over three meters tall. A dark-gray shark fin remained on his back, while a ring of Skull Barnacles hung around his neck.
His breathing sounded like ten tractors working at once. Damp vapor filled with Arc Bacteria sprayed from the fish gills between his neck.
A huge crack ran across his abdomen, as if it had been cut by something searing hot and deeply scorched.
He had been trapped in the shadow of his defeat in war for all these years. He had come here this time not because he wanted to go to the Prime Material Plane, but because he wanted to kill these self-righteous gods and complete his revenge in his Inner Heart.
Golden Lung Heavenly Venerable looked at the Sick One before him, who had been devoured by hatred, and merely shook his head helplessly.
"Make your choice. As the first one to take the stage, you may choose any Incarnation Carrier as your opponent."
"You came here with a bunch of puppets and pretended to bestow charity on us, but fine..."
Although Lokaias was furious, he had not lost the most basic reason. Rather than impulsively challenging the Heavenly Venerable directly, he casually pointed at someone.
In his eyes, puppets carrying divinity were meaningless.
The one he had selected was the individual engraved with "Vajra." After a period of adapting to the puppet, his Incarnation's True Body had been perfectly replicated across the surface of this puppet.
Flame-like azure hair rose straight into the air. His face was filled with hatred, though his features still looked rather young.
Another pair of eyes had grown beneath his original eyes, forming Four Eyes.
One hand was held flat across his waist.
The other was clenched into a fist before his chest.
Though he