"Desire Apostle" Wozworth fell to the ground. From the gray puddle, two black arms covered in short, stiff bristles stretched out from the field, seeming able to extend without limit as they reached for Wozworth.
Wozworth tried several times but could not sit up. He hurriedly summoned over twenty fireballs wreathed in blue flames and hurled them at the two arms and the gray puddle.
The arms, which seemed devoid of all life, nimbly dodged the fireballs. The fireballs that struck the puddle made no sound of splashing into water. They entered another world, becoming fireballs burning with hazy gray flames.
It was the first time the people nearby had seen gray flames. They did not look like flames at all, more like the fireballs were giving off clouds of gray dust.
The fireballs had completely slipped out of Wozworth's control. "Slow!"
Only by using the ability of Filth Language did he stop the fireballs from crashing into him.
A Demon subordinate beside Wozworth summoned a Magma Sword and swung it at the two arms.
But the moment he summoned the Magma Sword, his entire body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. He rolled in an unnatural manner and ended up upside down.
At some point, the second hand of "1-102" had already risen. The unclosed eye of a corpse on the ground suddenly lost all color and turned gray. Within that gray film was the shadow of something resembling a jellyfish.
A jellyfish toxin had turned that Demon upside down. The toxin made the Demon feel that being upside down was normal.
Then the Demon swung his huge fists and pounded his chest hard with wet thuds. This was another jellyfish toxin, making the Demon's chest feel unbearably stifled, so that only heavy blows made him feel