Thunder shook the heavens, and hell roared.
Before everyone's eyes, two enormous hands suddenly reached out from the vortex of black clouds, violently tearing open a breach in this desolate hell. Then, a grotesque body like a mountain descending from the sky thrust half of itself through.
Mountain of Withering!
It was a hell vanguard granted the rank of a Crowned One by the King of Withered!
Its shell alone was a supermassive Great Group Lord capable of tearing hell apart... Even the exaggerated span from earth to sky was only enough for half its body to pass through the vortex!
Dozens of sharp arms, pierced with massive bronze nails and wrapped in chains, grew chaotically from that mountain-like aberrant body and braced against the earth.
Its shriveled, withered head was covered in eyes that looked in every direction.
Then, all of them locked onto the truck.
It reached out a hand.
And grinned savagely.
Behind the filthy glass, Huai Shi was smiling too.
"Since you're all in such a hurry to die, I can't help it..."
Like a child who had just bought a new toy and was eagerly transforming according to the instructions.
Time to break in the new gear!
He flicked open Beelzebub's chamber and loaded a bullet black as ink.
Filled with anticipation, he aimed at the sky.
Then someone pressed it down again...
"Don't rush. Leave it to me."
The Old Alchemist's right hand pushed down Huai Shi's raised gun barrel. He raised his left thumb and held it sideways before his eyes.
As though measuring the safe distance from a nuclear blast.
Amid the hurricane and shadows howling outside the carriage, he closed his left eye and adjusted the position of his thumb. Only when it perfectly covered Mountain of Withering's waist in his