Two statues.
On one statue, hundreds of heads were fused together, forming a colossal face.
The other statue was somewhat damaged, but it was formed by two dragons, one blue and one red, coiling around each other. It looked mysterious.
The Soul Screamer stood between the two statues, unable to choose.
The colossal face formed from hundreds of heads gave it a very special feeling.
But the statue of the coiling dragons also made it feel a certain familiar power.
—and besides, the statue of the coiling dragons was damaged.
"Damaged..."
The Soul Screamer murmured, then made its final decision.
It placed its hand on the two dragons and touched them lightly.
The dragons immediately came to life, swirling and circling around the Soul Screamer as they carried it away from the Bronze Hall.
After the Soul Screamer left.
Ye Feili walked around the hall and came to the place where the Soul Screamer had disappeared.
He gazed at the statue.
—the colossal face made up of hundreds of completely different heads.
Ye Feili stood silently for a while, then suddenly took out the Clown Mask and put it on.
"I crave your might."
He spoke to the statue.
The statue suddenly shifted.
The hundreds of heads began to stir in clusters. The sight made one's scalp crawl, but it also gave the colossal face an expression and a voice.
"Weak Chaos Bringer, clown of the mortal world, why should I grant you power?"
The colossal face looked down at Clown and asked.
Clown bowed respectfully and said, "The world needs me to reveal your might."
The colossal face rumbled in a deep voice:
"Tell me, what do you think it takes to achieve true chaos?"
Clown thought for a moment, then said, "Neither desire nor purpose is chaos. The