"Soul-Absorbing Tablet, absorb souls!"
Qiangu Zhangting's voice rang with almost feral resolve as it echoed across the dim competition stage.
At his shout, the gray-black giant serpent engraved at the center of the enormous iron tablet floating in midair suddenly lit up with terrifying red light in its hollow eye sockets.
What kind of eyes were those?
They were two pools of pure blood-red, as deep as crimson whirlpools leading into an unknown Abyss, radiating a horrifying force capable of piercing flesh and drawing in human souls.
Merely meeting those eyes was enough to make the souls of the weak-willed tremble, as though they would be completely devoured the next instant.
Not only that, but space behind the massive Soul-Absorbing Tablet twisted slightly, and a phantom figure a hundred meters tall appeared and disappeared within the distortion.
The figure was shrouded in hazy gray-black mist, its features impossible to discern. Only its long hair, writhing like living creatures, stood out clearly—each strand was a vicious giant serpent, intertwined and hissing.
Her eyes were also a deep crimson filled with endless darkness, echoing the serpent's eyes on the Soul-Absorbing Tablet and emanating a pressure that could freeze one's soul.
God of Sin: Medusa!
As Medusa's phantom opened her eyes, Bianka, who had been Imprisoned in place, suddenly stiffened. Her snow-white body froze completely in midair, as if struck by a petrification spell. The light in her lively eyes instantly dimmed, as though she had truly been controlled by some invisible force.
Standing behind the Soul-Absorbing Tablet, Qiangu Zhangting took in the scene. The tightly drawn corners of his mouth finally lifted slightly, revealing a cold smile of relief.
He knew perfectly well that using the Soul-Absorbing Tablet against a Big White Goose was excessive—like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.