Li thought, Wasn't he speaking just fine?
But when he turned to look, the other three were all wearing horrified expressions as well...
A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the swamp. He wore an extremely formal suit, and Li could not help feeling as though he had returned to Earth. Looking closer, he saw an inexplicable smile on the man's face—one that felt strangely warm.
Li felt an overwhelming urge to walk toward him, but Hela hurriedly said, "Don't look at him! Nergal possesses an immensely powerful allure. If you really go over there, not even tens of thousands of people could save you!"
At that moment, Dijia and the others caught up to them!
Yet most of them did not attack Li and his group. Instead, they walked toward that man.
The man named Nergal slowly spread his arms. The next moment, a colossal phantom over a hundred meters tall appeared behind him. The phantom seemed delighted to see so many people. With a thunderous roar, it reached down with its enormous hand. Five or six people below had no time to flee before they were all seized at once. Seemingly satisfied, the phantom stuffed them all into its mouth.
Satisfied expressions appeared on both Nergal's and the giant phantom's faces. "Not bad. They taste like those little bastards from Jehovah's side. Wahahaha! Don't run, any of you! Let me eat you all!"
"Th-This is the Satan King!" Dijia roared. Anyone could hear the terror in his voice. Dijia had been these people's final source of reassurance. After all, he held a sacred artifact of merit; there had been a sliver of hope. But if even Dijia was like this, how could they not be afraid?
Even more terrifyingly, Nergal took a step forward, and the golden