Roar!
A roar like that of a primordial beast exploded like thunder.
Facing Imu, who had completely swallowed the blood-red fruit, clenched her fists like a madwoman, and burst into ecstatic laughter, her grotesque appearance made them feel not only small and helpless, but also as though everything they knew had been overturned.
In their understanding, the divine race should have resembled the Imu they had first seen.
A dazzling being of light, with a hazy and mysterious appearance.
With holy feathered wings, she gave off an immaculate, sacred impression.
Yet the scene unfolding before them now completely overturned everything they knew.
Most importantly, Imu was supposed to be a woman, right?
So why did she now give off the feeling of a demon lord rising from hell?
Combined with the blood-red sky and the suffocating tidal wave of power, even the Five Elders were dumbfounded by the scarlet vertical eye on her forehead.
"Wh-what is going on?" Gelai could not help but ask.
Using the brief moment of respite earlier, he had calmed down from his rage, and his arms had been temporarily reattached.
Though the pain remained unbearable, he was so captivated by the sight before him that he had completely forgotten about it.
"Gelai, do not be disrespectful. This is Lord Imu. No matter what she becomes, we Five Elders are still Lord Imu's representatives," Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro hurriedly snapped back to his senses.
However, as soon as his words fell, Imu, floating in the air and radiating overwhelming power, glanced at them.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro forcibly swallowed the rest of his words.
As a chill ran down his spine, an inexplicable sense of dread rose in his heart.
For a moment just now, only one thought had crossed their minds.
It felt as though