More precisely, his hands no longer felt like his own.
It was no longer a simple matter of his drawing going off the rails.
At first, after drawing the Sword of the End and a man representing himself on the Seven-Colored Demon Core, Song Shuhang had planned to follow the pattern of his previous Little Golden Core Diagram and draw himself taking on a powerful foe.
The many Nine Nether Demons above the Sword of the End were all groundwork for the Liquid Metal Ball's entrance.
But once his artist's soul began to burn, he could no longer control himself.
More and more spatial rifts appeared on the Seven-Colored Demon Core.
More and more creatures and races stepped out of them.
Besides the Nine Nether Demons, there were even more humans, members of the Demon Race, Beast Cultivation practitioners, giants, divine beasts, monsters, and beings from a future mechanical civilization. All manner of figures began appearing in the picture.
He drew so fast that his hands felt as though they might cramp.
His arms trembled, and his fingers tapped ceaselessly across the Seven-Colored Demon Core. Every touch became a point of starlight.
Dotted with starlight, the background on the Seven-Colored Demon Core became a battlefield beneath a cosmic starry sky.
At the same time, Song Shuhang noticed something wrong with the direction "he" was facing as he held the Doomsday Sacred Sword in the picture.
The Sword of the End in "his" hand was not aimed at the Nine Nether Demons. It was aimed at the humans, members of the Demon Race, Beast Cultivation practitioners, giants, and others filling the space...
Sides!
In the picture on the Seven-Colored Demon Core, the Sword of the End and "he" were on the side of the Netherworld, not the Present World. The Nine